On opening the mildewed door, he flashed a tunnel of light down the passage, uncarpeted and dreary, which ended in a broad, straight, wooden staircase leading to the upper floor.

And I thought, if I can imagine this place in real life, I can build it in the studio and then paint from the maquette as if it were a real landscape. In terms of process this was a breakthrough for me […]

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From here to the summit the slope steepens to an angle of 20° to 30°, and the rock becomes harder and more slaggy.