The Story behind the piece
The Isle of Tiree, the place we call home. An uncommonly still autumn day filled with a sky full of both promise and foreboding meeting a calm frigid Atlantic Ocean.
Not a soul on the beach, wrapped in the confusing warmth of the cold ocean, the distant horizon drawing us nearer.
I turn to gauge my distance from shore, and a glimpse of Brock indelible etches itself into my mind. The simplicity, the layers and colours.