The next morning I went with Merice and Bonnie for a stroll on the cliff tops. It was early (courtesy of a Staffordshire bull terrier jumping on our bed, who had decided it was time to get up!). It really was a beautiful morning, a bit cooler than the last few days with a mist out at sea that blurred the meeting of sea and sky.
A phrase sprung to mind - "form dissolving" - it came from a book I had read about JMW Turner by David Hill and that was the start of the process. Now my mind was racing with ideas - what if I do this, what if I do that? Merice recognised the symptoms and smiled as I returned to my studio and that blank white sheet of paper. Now I had to paint, simple as that. I had already decided on the walk home that I was going to paint this morning's scene from memory. So to work - "form dissolving" - Turner - work in layers - yellow first.
Yes inspiration is a 'funny' thing. It can't be forced or controlled but when it does happen it stirs not just the eye and the hand...but also the heart.