For centuries, when it came to the sky, most artists, like children, painted the old clichés. A sky was blue, wasn’t it?–and sometimes black when there was a storm. And, let’s see….there are clouds of all shapes, mostly white.
It took the outdoor painters to stop passing on the conventions and to go out and look at real skies. Skies finally stopped being just a big space to fill with the furniture of clouds or the mere accessory top part of a picture. They became a subject in their own right, as they deserve. After all, outside of the city at least, a day IS the sky. It sets the whole feeling of a day or of a time of day.
Remember this one? Maybe you’ve seen it in the early morning. It is a typical sky and a mood-making sky and yet it was probably never painted before Claude Monet came along and got out on the beach with his easel.