Fog is fascinating and contradictory. It's clearly there yet intangible. It feels claustrophobic because we can't see our path but calming as a kiss in its stillness. It plays havoc with our senses obscuring our vision and magnifying sound. It is life in shades of gray.
I usually paint the figure or still life but felt compelled to do these two small studies. They are 8"x10" and oil on panel. Both are views from our home. The first is "Fog on Heather Ridge" and a detail below.
The next is "Suburbia Obscured".
"Derive happiness in oneself from a good day's work, from illuminating the fog that surrounds us." ~ Henri Matisse