Oil on Board, 6 x8 inches
I painted this little guy yesterday morning, standing on a very sloping bank of the River Welland, having traipsed for about a mile with by tripod and pochade box. I was looking straight into the sun which provided gorgeous dazzling diamonds of light dancing on the water, but it's never easy to see the colours you put on the painting in these circumstances. The sun was shining, but it was freezing cold (about -60C) and I had to abandon it after an hour-and-a-half, with frostbite set in in three fingers in the right hand necessitating amputation with the palette knife. And now I'm left with one leg six inches shorter than the other, not from amputation, but from the 45deg angled slope. The things I do for you people.
I finished it off in the sanctuary of the studio, having put the three fingers back on with Super Glue. Amazing what it can do.