At Days End

I had a lot of fun playing with the colours in this one. I actually trusted my very old and very faded colour wheel to guide me with the palette… and it turns out it still knows what it’s doing. Sometimes the old tools are the best ones.
To me, he feels like he’s standing quietly at the end of the day, looking straight into the setting sun after a long day in the saddle. There’s that moment when the work is done, the light is soft, and everything slows down for a minute. That’s the feeling I kept thinking about while I was painting this.
I love those quiet, reflective moments in the bush, and I think that’s what has found its way into this piece.