Acrylic and mixed media on cradled deep edge board

There’s a particular hush to summer evenings—a stillness that settles across the land as the heat eases and the sky begins its slow, golden fade. Colours deepen. Shadows stretch. The mountains glow with soft amber and rose, their edges blurred by the last of the sun. It’s a time of transition, where the day exhales and the light becomes painterly, almost surreal.

These moments are never static. The landscape shifts minute by minute, offering fleeting glimpses of colour and mood that are easy to miss but impossible to forget. In the studio, I try to capture those in-between moments, when the hills blush in warm light, when the sky leans into lavender, and the whole scene hums with quiet energy. It’s not about painting what I see, but what I feel walking through it, especially in those long, golden hours of summer’s end.