This one I just randomly painted. Half curious to see how the colours would mix, and half engrossed in the stroke of the brush. I didn’t think of anything in particular, but it turned out really rather beautiful.
I painted it to the smell of fresh coffee from the cafetière, whilst sat on a cool flagstone facing the warm morning sunshine of southern France. The grass was covered in dew and the cool breeze floated through my loose shirt and caressed me. Days like these you can smell the air and then you just know it’s going to be beautiful.
The feelings behind this picture were quite beautiful, and somehow they flowed right through me directly onto the paper without much thought involved at all.