A fellow painter of large pieces said to me I should make a record of some kind, a gathering of little images and ideas created from the large ones. Maybe stitched or glued together.
As I have many large paintings, and a great deal of other work, the idea of having something small I could hold in my hand was very enticing. As much for others as it was for me to see what I got up to from my death bed.
This was one of my first reasonably successful attempts at using watercolour paints. I didn’t know how to do the trees, or the bird. But the mountain, Mount Garibaldi, I could see from our backyard. The white can only be achieved by leaving the paper unpainted. However I broke this rule on the dead cedar in the foreground, and with the highlights on the trees in the mid-ground.