HOW do you paint the invisible? How do you capture the feel and the smell and the sound of being at the races on a raw, damp day in mid-winter? The wind drives a smattering of rain into the stands, and the turf smells of mud and bruised grass as the horses jump the last to a cheer from the crowd. All these things are in the paintings of Jane Braithwaite.
“I like to paint what is actually there, and I like the mud flying and
