I went back to Newbay Forest on Wednesday afternoon, encouraged by some breaks in the cloud. But it got even darker when I got there. I looked around for something to paint and settled on this old tree. I had to invent the light to some extent because it was bordering on dusk down there, and I also played around with a few other things, including the shape and direction of the branches. I sort of felt that this old tree put up a fight before succumbing to the inevitable. I suppose I sensed something heroic about it, and it conjured up related images in my mind. Accordingly, the title draws from the frequent use of the word "fallen" for those lost in battle.
Fallen, Newbay Forest
(11" x 14" Oil on Board)
I took a photo, but you can see that this was much more out of my imagination than my usual plein airs:-