I didn't plan to cry painting a blue sky. But there I was.
It started simply — that particular shade blue, deep, unreal, almost too much. And then the swallows and swifts came into it, dozens of them, stitching themselves across the canvas the way they were across the sky on those long summer picnics with my parents. And just like that, I was there again.
The smell of the grass warmed by the sun. The scratch of a blanket beneath me. The sound of my parents' voices drifting over me like something easy, something that would last forever. I remember lying on my back and watching those birds — the swifts so fast they were almost invisible, the swallows looping back — and thinking nothing in particular. Just being small and warm and completely safe. You don't know you're in a golden moment while you're in it. That's the thing. It just feels like an ordinary afternoon.
Painting this felt like reaching back through time and touching something I can't hold anymore — and somehow, for a while, holding it anyway. That's what art can do…. It lets you go back.
Info:
Originally created with charcoal and acrylic on canvas
Canvas print - on eco stretch canvas on a 38mm European pine frame
Fine art print - printed on EMA 200msg with perspex glaze in classic black frame
Available in various sizes
For larger and custom sizes please use our contact page
I didn't plan to cry painting a blue sky. But there I was.
It started simply — that particular shade blue, deep, unreal, almost too much. And then the swallows and swifts came into it, dozens of them, stitching themselves across the canvas the way they were across the sky on those long summer picnics with my parents. And just like that, I was there again.
The smell of the grass warmed by the sun. The scratch of a blanket beneath me. The sound of my parents' voices drifting over me like something easy, something that would last forever. I remember lying on my back and watching those birds — the swifts so fast they were almost invisible, the swallows looping back — and thinking nothing in particular. Just being small and warm and completely safe. You don't know you're in a golden moment while you're in it. That's the thing. It just feels like an ordinary afternoon.
Painting this felt like reaching back through time and touching something I can't hold anymore — and somehow, for a while, holding it anyway. That's what art can do…. It lets you go back.
Info:
Originally created with charcoal and acrylic on canvas
Canvas print - on eco stretch canvas on a 38mm European pine frame
Fine art print - printed on EMA 200msg with perspex glaze in classic black frame
Available in various sizes
For larger and custom sizes please use our contact page
