Of the big sycamore and other lesser terrestrial stuff.
Why was I trying to paint a nice picture when my inner voice was screaming out to me, Stop telling lies, Peter!
So, I decided to tell the truth, the beautiful truth, that this is really what I see at the moment, when I look out of the window: the long cold winter months ahead, the short days, the long nights, death, sleep, hibernation…
Oil on canvas, 16 x 11″, Nov 23 2020
peter robinson fine art 