a glass of Glogg (spiced red wine)
‘Come on Edward, time for your birthday drink.’
‘You go ahead, I’ll see you in the pub.’
I stared across the fjord. I can’t miss this sunset, blood and tongues of flame, it’s amazing. I scribbled in my book, made some rough marks, hoped I would be able to read my notes.
I was in the studio within minutes and grabbed pastels, there already being a card on the easel. I slashed pigment onto the board. Stood back, consulted my notes and added more marks.
Standing back a second time, I knew I’d captured something special, but would it sell?