Turning of the Tide
I often sketch this view of Putney Bridge. I love the way the bridge dives into Putney!
On this particular day, the water was bubbling and swirling in all directions, like a puppy leaping on imaginary objects and then chasing it's tail. It took me a moment to realise that the tide was turning.
I painted the river as if it was becoming a vertical surface and the bridge was falling away. This was the sensation I had as I watched the water wrestle with itself - quite hypnotic and disorienting at the same time.
Frequently, great clouds blow up from the South West over the bridge here and Fulham quite often has a micro climate as a circle of blue sky opens over the Thames like the eye of a storm. So I painted this great force for change in the sky.
If you find yourself rushing from the Tube Station to catch the bus up the steps on the bridge, take a moment to turn left instead. Relax on the bench there and maybe you will see the magical turning of the tide too.