Daily exercises in tonal realism since February 2013; adorned with terrible puns since 2014.
Monday, 30 November 2015
Jageurs Lane near Gatehouse Street, Parkville
This painting singularly fails to portray the extreme conditions under which it was created: the afternoon sun beat down as gale force winds tore at my pochade box (not to mention the fool lashed to it, doggedly trying to steer the brush) and all sensible folk sought refuge inside. Relief from the sun was only occasioned by the arrival of storm clouds which destroyed all traces of reflected light and proceeded to dump their watery contents on the surrounding streets. Alas, enthusiasm waned once the rain's domain extended to the lane.