Medium: Oil on canvas, 100 x 120 cm
In Backward Glance the sense of distance covered is already apparent, felt in the long perspective of the road behind. The bridge gives an indication of progress made, each interruption along the route, a marker. But the two vehicles following, seemingly at an identical speed to ourselves, indicate there is still some distance to cover. At this moment we pause our sensation of autopilot, awaken; take a backward glance to remember where we came from, both literally and abstractly and marvel at the strong morning sunlight, recently risen, that shows the promise of warm, hopeful days.
A very early start, begun in darkness, brightened into a stunning sunrise. The low sun near blinded me in the wing mirror, but the reflection of the pylon upon the body work of the car and window, with all its distortions, captured my imagination, whilst the two cars behind appeared to float, as if in some kind of trance, above the tarmac.