The only way to entice an 8 year old me up the Three Sisters in Glencoe was to tell me stories about how the McDonald Clan concealed their rustled cattle in the Hidden Valley, and how the Campbells murdered the McDonalds in their beds during the Glencoe Massacre. (Some relative at the time refused to buy tinned Campbell soup, bearing a 300 year old grudge.)
Perhaps because l've known Glencoe my whole life, perhaps because l've always felt its magic, its spirit, I've found myself coming back to painting its mountains over and over again. More often than not it's been with gloomy looming thunderous skies, but colour snuck into this painting, and up-close Glencoe is a surprisingly colourful landscape of oranges, purples and blues.
60 x 60 cm canvas, acrylic paint, framed in a black/gold solid wood tray frame, signed.
