The rain keeps coming! My late afternoon painting sessions are sporadic in this weather and so it pushes me into the studio. It is difficult to ever complain about too much rain, unless one lives on the coast of Ireland or Britain. Here it comes and goes like a cat through any window.
One afternoon last week the sky brought me these three gifts. I wasn't so crazy about the first two, which are in order. It was the third one which pleased me the most. But now, I kind of like the first two as well.
It was clear but for the sleeping cloud above the horizon line, so naturally it was rose to begin with. Then, it goes purple, cold like a recent cadaver. Then comes that particular moment when the entire sky opens up again, and lightens dramatically. Though obviously not a scientist I have understood it to be when the sun has dropped so deeply behind the western sky that it shoots all its light upwards giving us an evenness of luminosity everywhere.
But anyway, in the third smaller one I do like the simple stripes of pale colours pasted gently upon the soft yellow sky. Colours seem diffused at that hour and also seem to meld into one another. I am beginning to really enjoy this time for painting.