Thursday, September 29, 2011
I love flying when its dark or the sun is just setting. Its as if you're suspended between two worlds, with a perfect sky above and hints of life seen below the clouds.
This little painting was from memory, flying over a headland, getting ready to land. Little breaks in the cloud allowed glimpses of the lights of a town below, looking like pins of light on a map.
This is 6 x 6 on gesso board in oils.