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The blue hour, revisited
For three weeks I have been walking down to the marsh just after sunset, trying to catch the twenty minutes when everything turns the same cold blue.
Journal
Short pieces written between paintings: on light, walking, process and the slow work of looking.
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For three weeks I have been walking down to the marsh just after sunset, trying to catch the twenty minutes when everything turns the same cold blue.
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I have started leaving the outer few centimetres of each canvas loose: the drawing visible, the ground showing through.
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Every painting in the studio starts with the same forty-minute walk along the field edge and back.
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Fog is a good teacher of composition. It removes everything except the two or three shapes that matter.