The Spanish countryside is often very barren.
There is a semi-desert feeling.
However, I love the variety of textures you get.
In this painting I’m trying to capture that variety of textures.
At first when I looked at the photograph of this place I couldn’t recall where it was.
But then it suddenly clicked.
This was a very memorable day.
I and the family went to a Spanish castle.
We actually drove up the hill in the painting along a very narrow road.
At one point, a car came in the opposite direction.
I moved the car over to the side of the road to let the other car pass.
I saw a bush by the side of the road.
But I thought: It’s only a bush.
And then I heard a dreadful screeching noise against the side of the car.
That bush had huge thorns on it.
The car was rented.
I did a super clean up job on that car but you could still see the scratches.
When I returned it to the car hire place I even parked the scratched side in the shade in order to hide the scratches.
And when the car was checked it passed the inspection test.
I could have just walked away.
But I am an idiot.
I told the guy about the scratches.
After looking the guy said it was just superficial damage and not to worry about it.
The relief I felt cannot be described.
So when driving in Spain be careful of the bushes.