I live on the prairies, but I’m driving distance to the mountains.
When I go to the mountains I like to sketch and paint them, and every time I do I tend to learn a little bit more about mountains, colours, and nature.
Mountains, it turns out, are purple.
And red. And orange. And green. And brown. And sometimes there is a little bit of blue.
I’ve never painted a grey mountain.
It’s the light and the rocks and the distance and the feeling evoked by standing at the base of something a bajillion times bigger than you and looking up at it to try and represent it with a few brush strokes.
But it’s also a lesson in painting what you see and feel and not the image that you brought with you from the prairies that doesn’t actually exist.