I took the photograph on which this is based last November. I have been told that every painting should tell a story. What is the story here? I tried to make the sky reflect how cold it was. The way the track disappears over the brow of the hill might perhaps leave you wondering, what is to be found there?
I like this, on the whole, but am disappointed by the gorse bush to the right. Perhaps I could revisit the scene and miss out that bush. That would give a far better impression of the track disappearing into the near distance.
I used watercolour paints (I was adventurous and made the sky turquoise and magenta), white acrylic ink in the sky, oil pastels, salt and clingfilm. The texture of the gorse bush I made by painting over muslin.