Assynt has a primordial grip on me, a tangential connection. Perhaps it is something to do with my heritage from Wester Ross. Perhaps it is just the vast and unquestioning connection that the rock here has to the very, very distant past of all Earth’s creation. This landscape is so old that its presence tells rich stories of wisdom, endurance and persistence. It’s not an ordinary concept to respect or pity rocks, yet I do. The turmoil these rocks have been subjected to is so brutal that at times my heart bleeds for their troubles. Suilven... an inselberg that I hold in such abstract and lauded esteem oozes character from every aspect. The grumpy face of the sad grey giant from the West, from the east a towering bum of pride, from the south and north appearing as the sleeping giant, bloated and tired, gasping at the sky. I love this place with the grief of death, it’s darkened, long lasting aspect a chilling reminder of my fleshy insignificance.
This is probably my favourite landscpae painting so far, i love the composition the colour and the atmosphere, it is strange that once you get close to achieving the vision in your head it just kind of evaporates, like fog in the morning, steam from a hot mouth. I’d love it to go to a good home.
Assynt has a primordial grip on me, a tangential connection. Perhaps it is something to do with my heritage from Wester Ross. Perhaps it is just the vast and unquestioning connection that the rock here has to the very, very distant past of all Earth’s creation. This landscape is so old that its presence tells rich stories of wisdom, endurance and persistence. It’s not an ordinary concept to respect or pity rocks, yet I do. The turmoil these rocks have been subjected to is so brutal that at times my heart bleeds for their troubles. Suilven... an inselberg that I hold in such abstract and lauded esteem oozes character from every aspect. The grumpy face of the sad grey giant from the West, from the east a towering bum of pride, from the south and north appearing as the sleeping giant, bloated and tired, gasping at the sky. I love this place with the grief of death, it’s darkened, long lasting aspect a chilling reminder of my fleshy insignificance.
This is probably my favourite landscpae painting so far, i love the composition the colour and the atmosphere, it is strange that once you get close to achieving the vision in your head it just kind of evaporates, like fog in the morning, steam from a hot mouth. I’d love it to go to a good home.
