Rainy Day Along The Coastal Path
Yesterday there was a real sense that summer was drawing to a close. As I ran along the coastal path, and later at night walked another section of it, there was a gale force wind blowing and the rain was beating down. The wind was still warm but it was fierce. Leaves were being blown from trees, the last of the flowers were taking a real battering. The wild berries were being pounded to juice on the branches of the bushes.
I hope that word picture takes away from the day some of its terror and fear. It really was not a day to be out running or walking, or so it would seem. But there is even in the wildest of days a beauty to capture. There is even in the widest and most turbulent times of life something to learn from the experience.
This painting I have shown before but I just felt I had to use it today because it fits so well with my other blog.
This was painted on canvas using acrylic paint. The later stages of the process were painted using a spatter method. Loading the brush with painting and then either tapping the brush on the handle of another brush, or flicking the hairs of the brush on the handle. I tried hard to control where the paint went and what it did.
I hope I managed to capture the wild beauty of that part of the coastal path.
I have two emails to answer and then I am off to run along past this very part. I will leave the new shoes for another day it is still going to be very wet and muddy on the path.
I hope you have an inspiring and marvellous day.
This blog is linked to my other. You Have To Be What You Are