Oil on Board, 12 x 17 inches SOLD
As I sit in the studio, late at night, with the snow driving past the window almost horizontally in Spring, with temperatures down to -4C, here's an Autumnal scene I've painted for a client, just as a reminder of things to come, hopefully with a Spring and Summer before it!
This is near the village of Lyndon, a few miles from here, where the Oaks and Limes provide this glorious burst of russety colours each year as the sun shines through them, throwing those lovely shadows across the road. You have to be a bit careful with the colours and not make them too hot, otherwise it's not convincing. Autumn is, after all, a time of rest and change, when the trees and plants can no longer photosynthesise as the days get shorter. looking almost directly into the sunlight, the trees in the distance still take on a bluish tone, despite all the warm colours of the leaves, and this provides a nice foil for the yellows and oranges.
I've called it Autumn Almanac after that great song written by that quintessentially English songwriter Ray Davies, frontman of the Kinks.......go on, you know you want to....
From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar
When the dawn begins to crack, it's all part of my autumn almanac
Breeze blows leaves of a musty-colored yellow
So I sweep them in my sack, yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
Friday evenings, people get together
Hiding from the weather, tea and toasted
Buttered currant buns, can't compensate
For lack of sun because the summer's all gone
La la la la, oh my poor rheumatic back
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
La la la la, oh my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
I like my football on a Saturday
Roast beef on Sundays, all right
I go to Blackpool for my holidays
Sit in the open sunlight
This is my street and I'm never gonna to leave it
And I'm always gonna to stay here if I live to be ninety-nine
'Cause all the people I meet, seem to come from my street
And I can't get away because it's calling me, come on home
Hear it calling me, come on home
La la la la, oh my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it's my autumn almanac
La la la la, oh my autumn almanac
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
Bop bop bop bop bop, whoa
Bop bop bop bop bop, whoa