The unlikeliness of seeing the three primary colours on a deserted mountainside in the Himalayas was the inspiration for this painting. I was travelling on a very barren road, we had been going for miles and miles (or was it days and days) and seen no-one/nothing and then suddenly on a small river island there were three pristine, freshly painted made-made poles. There seemed no plausible cause - I couldn’t see what they did or what they represented. More and more I am attracted to these strange and unlikely signs of man amongst the vast vistas I travel to - sometimes I have to actively seek them out and sometimes, like this, they just appear. This was painted in a more economical way than usual, on raw linen.