This is the second landscape I’ve attempted. The first was a field of flax in France, this time it was near to home, a Sussex field in winter with the old Norman church in the distance and even after a second attempt at trying to paint landscapes… I just can’t love them… yet. Perhaps if I loosen up in my approach we might one day fall in love, but for now I think we’ll agree to take a break.
Every new subject is like a sort of puzzle to be solved and once solved you can bend the rules, but try as a may, I just can’t bend the rules. Asserting my own style upon landscapes is proving illusive. Maybe that means I just don’t “get” them yet, maybe I’m just going about it the wrong way. Maybe I’m just looking at the subject all wrong. Whatever the problem is I’m probably going to steer clear of them for a while and in truth I’ve never really been a big fan of traditional English landscapes. Constable never really rang my bell, Turner on the other hand is awesome, but try as I may I just ended up Constable-ising this one, just not as well.
Anyway, here it is nearly complete (there’s a little more sky on the canvas), if not a little badly lit for the photograph.