I learned that the field I had to cross to get this painting was freshly planted with wheat. It looked like neatly spaced rows of grass in a green so rich in light and deep in shadow. I selected three images to end up as paintings from this trip and this one got finished first – inspired by the freshest colour nature provides. The beautiful ruin peeks out through the fresh leaves of long abandoned fruit and hawthorn trees. I remember when I approached the house the sounds of scratching in the walls. The spaces between the window sills and a knot hole were filled with nesting birds!
This one looked simple, but ended up challenging me in every way possible. Using a square canvas immediately presented the need for compositional risks. The colour, the contrast all needed to be stepped up. I was slow to do this one and ended up changing my mind many times before settling on what it became.
This new obsession with abandoned houses and ruins has been a boost for both my creative drive and personally. It has gotten me out my cave, so to speak. So much can be born from the death of something else. Our lives are full of little deaths. To accept them invites back light and LIFE.