Hampstead Heath does something strange on clear days. The water goes still and the reflections cut clean. No blur, no distortion. Just black lines and blue, like someone drew them there on purpose.
I’ve painted this water before. Ponds, bridges, wide views. But that day I wanted to get closer. Close enough that you lose the reference. Close enough that it stops being water and starts being something else.
That’s this painting. A close-up of the surface. Almost abstract, but not quite. You can feel the movement even though the water is still.
Watercolour on Arches paper. 23 x 31 cm. Framed. One of a kind.
