Acrylic on 16" x 24" canvas
November 2012 - January 2013
...and remember, there are small coppices behind certain petrols stations in singularly dismal tracts of English countryside, and in them, the sky is always grey and troubled, a haunted shade that hangs over housing estates on the edges of town, and the air breathed here might taste of Sunday afternoons in the autumn of a year, when the night threatens rain and a long slow evening full of daydreams and half-snatches of nostalgic sleep...
