Hedge

I was filled with a deep-seated loathing for this old oil on board, and the commission I had started was a source of immense frustration. In a fit of rage, I wiped the painting away, leaving it to languish in a forgotten corner of my studio. But then, a few days ago, I stumbled across it again and decided to give it another go. I couldn’t bear to waste such a beautiful Ampersand Gessobord, so I was inspired by my daily stroll through the Weston Turville fields behind the local Church and began anew.