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An over-cast day offers so little in the way of inspiration, contrast or colour. The undulation of these low hills always catches my eye though, as we fly past in the car homeward bound. I want this to be part of a series of pastels. I want it to convey the hard-scrabbles bits of snow left clinging to the corduroy plough lines. The colours needed juicing up, especially since a great distance sweeps so far back in space. A little chalk mark becomes 25 acres! Focal point in the composition worried me as I set out- but then I looked closely and discovered a horse hidden in the bush. She looks a little cold, bored and lonely... how we pine for spring’s arrival at this time of year!
