Recipe for artistic happiness:
- Some black ink.
(And not spilling any of ink on myself, for once.)
Headed to the north of Trotternish, sat in the sun admiring a favourite view, listening to the sea lapping on the shore. Ice cream enjoyed, I opened my sketchbook, stared out a bit more, then did a few sketches. It’s a location I want to paint again, because the sweep of the bay is so appealing, along with the colours of the rocky shore, the little bit of sand at low tide, the mainland mountains in the distance, the colours of the croftland. (“Two Croft Houses” is the studio painting that developed from this spot previously.)