The North Wind Has a Voice
The changing sound of the seasons.
I was sitting on the bench by the sheltered, south-facing tack room on a sunny but cold November day, listening to the sound of the North Wind. It struck me how different it sounded from the chattering South-Westerlies of earlier in the year.
Giving character to this boreal weather isn’t new—he features in many myths and traditions. Of course, I know the sounds are shaped more by what the wind encounters, bare trees, the back of the stables and lack of crops, than by the air itself. Still, it was fun to let my mind wander for a moment.
I thought of Wuthering Heights, Hardy’s remote Wessex roads, and Njord, the Norse god of wind and sea. I found some artwork inspired by the wind.
How would you creatively represent the wind?
Here is an opportunity to feature one of my very favourite pieces, an artist very familiar to any of my watercolour students, I am a big fan of Andrew Wyeth.







Food for thought here, Liz. I love all the illustrations but especially the sky in the painting with the horse.