At some point I realised the weather was doing most of the painting for me. Raindrops pushed pigments where they wanted, softened edges, mixed colours without asking. I only had to gently suggest where things begin and where they end – a line here, a little contrast there – and then step back and not interfere too much.
It felt unexpectedly happy. Calm.
I wanted this painting to keep that exact moment: the freedom of letting cold rain turn into something warm. The same rain could easily ruin everything if you tried to fight it – but if you listen instead, it becomes part of the story. And stories, I think, always care about how you frame them.

Arviot
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