Glasgow has a river running through it called the Clyde river, it is a rough cold looking river that seems to define the city. Along the shore it is developed with sidewalks and parkland, crossing it are a number of historic bridges. While painting this scene a couple of locals cam by to talk to me and introduced themselves. They were very friendly, I asked them what the name of the bridge was and they didn't know. It was hard to understand the locals anyways with their thick Scottish accent. I remember it being very cold and windy when I did this, perhaps that is why I didn't sign it. The energy of the weather is captured in the clouds, the rippling water, and the shrubs which look like they are blowing in the wind. I left out a white rod iron fence that was at the edge of the sidewalk, it would have made painting the Clyde river impossible, that is called artistic license!
5.5 x 7.5" hot press. September 2018
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