High up in the beautiful hills of Monchique in the Algarve, the owls are calling to each other and the starry night is gradually changing from darkness to light.
Only at dawn does the sky become violet , pink and then apricot. It’s nearly the end of September and the endless blue skies and hot sun make painting in watercolour so difficult – I should have brought my acrylics! There are no gentle tones of colour here – everything is touched and scorched by the blazing sunlight.
Sunsets and pink dawns – that is what I will paint, seeking the shade of the eucalyptus trees during the day.
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