I’ve explored a few ruined castles now and Emmerberg would have to be one of the best.

A cold mountain river cleaves its way between two massive mountains, etching its course into a deeper gorge with each passing aeon. For a brief moment in that expanse of time Peter Gric and I navigated our way along its twisting course.

This is my studio view at the moment. I’m out of the city for awhile at Peter Gric’s house in the country.

The mountains, forest and cold rivers are my Summer studio.

I did things a bit differently this time around. I marked out the drawing on the canvas in ink rather than pencil and I also blocked in some of the shadows to force me to concentrate on the values of the painting.