At dusk the light here becomes very soft blending all the colours together. The sea is freezing and the girls are huddled into their fleeces but still braving the temperature to get to paddle before bedtime.
About the artist
depends on my mood when i pick up a pencil.
I was lucky enough to see my dad painting when I was growing up so it was a fairly normal thing to pick up a pencil or brush if I was bored. Being a fireman in the height of the troubles in Northern Ireland...