I had left over from painting two weeks ago at the RBG some globs of pigment, too entirely seductive to let them lie idle and not earn their keep – some Indian red, cad yellow, sap green (hello, my name is sap green), mighty chested Prussian blue and dollops and smears of cad red, alizarin crimson, ultramarine and this and that etc - but no particular subject matter. So I selected a pastel I’d done a few years back between Ancaster and Brantford on what I remember was a sunlit day and used it as a point of departure. Well for one, a big difference in the feeling of light.
12"x9" oil on canvas panel - 2011
off Powerline Road between Ancaster and Brantford
soft pastel 14"x11" - 2008