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Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 2 May, 2021 oil on canvas board, 25 X 20 cm
Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 2 May, 2021 oil on canvas board, 25 X 20 cm
Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 2 May, 2021 oil on canvas board, 25 X 20 cm
A trio of small studies from the other night that I felt lucky to pull off because the sky was so difficult and confusing. I had waited until the melodrama of the sunset (behind me) had dimmed and a soft embalmer of colour appeared in front of me. It is a marvellous moment when it happens because it is never sure to happen.
When it does, it's great, yet often it won't. And when it won't, an awful darkness descends over the lifeless sea and into my spirit.
When clouds do shut the light off I always feel a bit lost. Then on the deserted beach when the twilight clouds gather like a pack of wolves and eat all the light that remains, it is time to wing it by working from memory. This can often be a good thing though, but in a different way. It's like falling off the trail on a long hike, it requires a bit of luck, some quick thinking, and a firm resolve to get back on track before nightfall.
Anyway, the ocean had a red tint to it because it had been raining hard for several days beforehand, and the deep orange-coloured Tea Tree lake behind the beach had overflowed into the river, then into the sea.
Tomorrow is another day.
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