Wet grass as Muse

Sixty days without rain, then an early-morning downpour that broke the dry stretch. By the time I woke up, the rain had stopped, but the light was breaking through passing storm clouds and hitting the scorched grass outside the studio.

Instead of dead, burnt fields, I saw wet straw, rich amber, gold, and deep earth tones, all amplified by the dampness and low sun.

There’s a distinct moment when you realize your brain has fully rewired itself: looking at parched, weather-beaten lawn and immediately thinking, what a brilliant colour palette.