Winter is my favourite season; it’s the snow and ice that speaks to me. Although most winters up here are now rainy and windy, when it does snow, or there is a sharp frost, its magic is still as spellbinding as when I was six-years old. Winter reveals the structure of the landscape; the trees become like bones and the structures that hold the land together. The boughs and branches weave lines across clear, cold skies. I love the linear quality of the land in winter, and find rhythms in the lines that form the landscape.
This idea of rhythm is an important part of landscape painting and drawing, as it reveals the interconnectedness of nature. (above right).
