I love the informality of acrylic washed water colour paper; the paint being teased and moved around with a chinese brush and the non-conforming rigidity of a monoprint. The skies here in the Swiss Alps are huge and stupendous. They change with snow flurries, foreboding, grey, threatening blizzards, early dazzling Spring sun and heavy lazy summer nights.
What is there not to paint? What is there not to be inspired by? I hope you enjoy them.