There’s a corner of Hampstead Heath where you can hear the water but can’t see where it’s coming from until you’re already there.
I’ve painted this spot a few times. Something about the way the light comes through the trees, the way the bridge sits half-hidden like it doesn’t want to be found. Most people walk straight past it.
This is a smaller version of Viaduct Bridge. Same location, same light, same afternoon. Different format.
Watercolour on paper. Framed. One of a kind.
