But Turner attempted all.

Sunset, sunrise, moonlight, morning, sea, storm, sunshine: the whole pageantry of the sky.

He never made a repetition of the golden hazes of Cuyp, who in his particular field stands alone; but it was a small field compared with that of Turner, who held the mirror up to Nature in her every mood.
Later in life, Turner travelled in France, Germany, and Italy.

In Venice his eyes were gladdened by the gorgeous colours above her lagoons.

Henceforth he makes his pictures blaze with hues scarcely dared by painter before.