Recently, a friend invited me to join her for an “art-in,” and there she provided me with paper, pens and watercolors and encouraged me to paint whatever came to mind. I decided to paint what I call a little somerset sky.
Its origin is this: Of late, W. Somerset Maugham’s Of Human Bondage has found its way into my hands, and there is a particular color-filled passage that I return to. It is near the end of the book. After an eventful night, Philip Carey, the main character …
“He leaned against the parapet and looked toward the morning. At that hour the great city was like a city of the dead. The sky was cloudless, but the stars were dim at the approach of day; there was a light mist on the river, and the great buildings on the north side were like palaces in an enchanted island. … It was all of an unearthly violet, troubling somehow and awe-inspiring; but quickly everything grew pale, and cold, and grey. Then the sun rose, a ray of yellow gold stole across the sky, and the sky was iridescent .”
Thanks, Carol, for the opportunity to put brush to paper. More about Carol’s beautiful artwork later this summer.
Have a good day, folks. 😉