Everyone knows Parliament Hill.
It is the spot. The highest point of Hampstead Heath, where Londoners have been coming for centuries to escape the city and look back at it from a distance. On a clear day you can see everything. The Shard. St Paul’s. The whole skyline laid out in front of you.
But this painting is not about the skyline.
It is about the sky above it.
That evening the light did something extraordinary. The kind of pink that makes you stop walking and just stare. The kind of colour that feels almost too much, too vivid, too cinematic to be real.
I painted it exactly as I saw it. Just honest watercolour and a sky that earned every shade of pink.
That is the thing about painting on location. You cannot plan these moments. You just have to be there when they happen.
This painting is one of those moments, frozen on paper.
