One of a series of paintings on the northern landscape.
The first time I saw Stockholm was from the air and I’d never seen such a magical landscape in all my life. It’s blankets of snow were studded with what looked like tiny, glittering crystals as the sun was setting. The most delicate pinks and purples emanated like a phospharescent haze. This painting doesn’t really capture that. I still haven’t done that painting yet. But the delicate pinks and purples are always evident in the snow whatever time of the day. This painting’s more melancholy and stark. Pink creeps into the left hand corner a promise of warmth to come.