Thoughts Under Night Skies
When walking at night i’m always taken by the blanket of night skies above me, the vastness whilst I feel so small. Lost in thought alone yet I realise there are many creatures on my path…….unseen and waiting perhaps for me to pass. I see colour reflected unlike the day muted though still there disturbed perhaps by my torch which I only use when the moonlight dips or is shrouded by clouds. There is something magical about late night walks
Night Walks
40 x 40 cm
Acrylic on wood
St Ives white frame
When walking at night i’m always taken by the blanket of night skies above me, the vastness whilst I feel so small. Lost in thought alone yet I realise there are many creatures on my path…….unseen and waiting perhaps for me to pass. I see colour reflected unlike the day muted though still there disturbed perhaps by my torch which I only use when the moonlight dips or is shrouded by clouds. There is something magical about late night walks
Night Walks
40 x 40 cm
Acrylic on wood
St Ives white frame
When walking at night i’m always taken by the blanket of night skies above me, the vastness whilst I feel so small. Lost in thought alone yet I realise there are many creatures on my path…….unseen and waiting perhaps for me to pass. I see colour reflected unlike the day muted though still there disturbed perhaps by my torch which I only use when the moonlight dips or is shrouded by clouds. There is something magical about late night walks
Night Walks
40 x 40 cm
Acrylic on wood
St Ives white frame
