Decades ago, a small boy still, on visits to my grandparents, I was allowed to walk alone within a certain distance. I remember walking on this street in the heat of a summer afternoon. Peering through huge windows into giant drawing rooms, with pianos and chandeliers and stacks of books. I decided to revisit this kingdom of infantile magic once more, and to paint it. I was transfixed by the play of light, the golden brown, the sandstone yellow, patches of melancholic light on the ceilings of the drawing rooms, wistful sadness at incipient darkness. A great souvenir of Edinburgh.
Texture has been added to create extra depth. The canvas is 0.5 inches deep and can therefore hang without a frame if wished.
acrylic and card
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Decades ago, a small boy still, on visits to my grandparents, I was allowed to walk alone within a certain distance. I remember walking on this street in the heat of a summer afternoon. Peering through huge windows into giant drawing rooms, with pianos and chandeliers and stacks of books. I decided to revisit this kingdom of infantile magic once more, and to paint it. I was transfixed by the play of light, the golden brown, the sandstone yellow, patches of melancholic light on the ceilings of the drawing rooms, wistful sadness at incipient darkness. A great souvenir of Edinburgh.
Texture has been added to create extra depth. The canvas is 0.5 inches deep and can therefore hang without a frame if wished.
acrylic and card
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