Come to St Tropez, this painting is starting to look like one of those travel posters from the 1930s. The beech trees substituting for the Mediterranean pine. It has a flowing graphic quality and I like it. I also like the beech hedge in shadow and the acid green grass and drought afflicted soil, which I have turned pink. One thing it doesn’t have, which I was expecting, was the unsettling quality of the hedge being butchered. My aim is to make the bright stumps a decorative feature rather than a Goya horrors of war.
The pruned beech. Day 2