Oil on Linen Canvas, 16 x 22 inches
Well, it's that time of year, so I had to do a harvest painting didn't I? This is a view just a couple of hundred yards from my studio over the Chater Valley. I'm far too young to remember the old corn stooks, but I do like the modern machine-made roly-polys and the patterns they make. I always think of Jam Swiss Rolls when I see them, like we had when we were kids.
I arranged the composition into a sort of rhomboid shape formed by the setting sun at the top, the bale on the left, the two in the foreground and the ones on the right. I popped in the Hare for a bit of life, which I did see earlier in the day - wondering where his cover had gone. Hares of course, though closely related to rabbits, don't live in burrows, but rest in 'forms' made by fidgeting long grass into a Hare shape, and relying on their unbelievable 0-60mph getaway speed if a Fox or human disturbs them.
To make this convincing, it necessitated a prolonged period of concentration (or focus as we're in Olympic times) to get the progression of tones of the banks of trees right, adding more white and blue to the mixes for the more distant layers.