An afternoon in Clontarf. It's a half hour drive across on a Sunday, but it was worth it for the view of the clouds across the water. It was a pleasant day, with plenty of sunshine, and a strong wind. So it was a race against time to capture those clouds before paint dried! The minute I sat down, I got into the zone and painted non-stop, feeling so energised about being in the fresh air and observing the constantly-changing light and tide coming in. I had two sketchbooks, because normally it takes forever for paint to dry, but I could have got away with just the one this time.
It was fun. And then we went to the pub and chatted and looked through everybody's sketchbooks. And I felt alive. I was exhausted afterwards. But that was probably more to do with the drive home. I got lost a few times and ended up driving closer to Sheriff street than I would want to.
Here, I just drew the clouds on location. I added colour at home. I think you can see the difference in energy.
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