When our boys were small we often spent our summer holiday at Mousehole in Cornwall. History is repeating itself, now one of our son's has taken his family back there again.
After a very busy day, the boys made one last sandcastle before bedtime, on the little harbour beach just as the sun was setting. I was emailed a photo and lapped up the happy memory. The painterly possibilities seemed good too, as I'm currently studying expressionism and atmosphere.
I've tried to show that time of day when the light is just going, and colours and space begin to merge. The appearance of the figures is non-specific, as is their activity.
This painting is about remembered emotions:
Out one day, when one of my boys was tiny, I bought him a helium-filled balloon. He was in-love with this balloon and held on to the string all the way through town and back home on the bus. For safety's sake I offered to tie it to his wrist, but he was quite sure he would hold on tight. OK you've guessed. We got all the way back to the gate of our house ..... and the string slipped through his fingers. He was so upset ... and so was I. Strange the things you remember.