Richard's teenage watercolours of early morning skies are delicate studies and he notes in his Memoir his exceptional decision to paint a lurid sunset when he was still a teenager. This was condemned by his ‘artist' friends. In the 1960s however he experimented with colour in a completely new way, and wild sunrise and sunset colours were unleashed.
One of Richard’s daring attempts at a feast of sunset colour at a period when it was deeply unfashionable.
The sun is setting on a wild sea and clouds are approaching. There seems to be a hint of a rainbow caught in a fitful shower. Some people are transfixed by the glory of the scene.
This small picture has a feeling of vastness about it. Here, the blood-red sun sinking towards the end of another day symbolises the weariness of Penelope's waiting for the return of her husband Odysseus