|"Abandoned suitcase in the reeds" by Hilary J. England|
oil on canvas, 7" x 14, 2016
Here is a plein air painting I did the day before yesterday. It was so blistering cold, my fingers kept getting numb, and my Liquin got all goopy, and my canvas blew into the dirt a few times too. This weather sometimes makes me very depressed, so I try to work through it. I don't know if it's the weather as much as it is the time of year...after the holidays, and everyone seems to be dropping dead. It gets dark by mid-afternoon, and my eyeballs dry out at night from the heat being on. Enough to make you want to hibernate until Spring.
This painting reflects the forlorn mood I was in. A sad, broken suitcase, just mouldering on the edge of the frigid river, nestled sadly amongst the dead reeds and cold rocks. I thought of the trips it made or didn't make, and now, it's final resting place. Winter sometimes does that to me -- makes me too introspective.
Anyway, I thought it was an interesting composition, and I have decided on my walks in the very mean weather of January and February to record the feelings and sights of winter. So here is the first.