Keeping a distance

03-27 Old barn

I caught a glimpse of this from the road probably because there was very little traffic about (I was travelling for a valid reason), and suddenly things which generally remain hidden become noticeable. Unfortunately I couldn’t stop and wouldn’t have been able to get closer anyway. As soon as I reached home I made some thumbnail sketches in pencil before I forgot the basic details.

I doubt it is very accurate but it will serve as a reminder that once the world is safe again it may be a place I can try and get to for a more considered painting. Meanwhile, the garden may become the focus of attention for the next however long it takes !

Stay safe and keep painting !

Cold

03-03 Building at Greystones

Colder today with a few breaks in the cloud giving the occasional hint of sun, but not for long. The main focus apart from trying to keep warm, was to keep it simple and not try to add too much detail.

Moleskine sketchbook again.

A hint of Spring ?

03-01 Daffodils from the garden

I haven’t been able to keep up with posting much recently but am hoping to get back into the swing of things now that March is here.

Daffodils always lift the spirits and are a welcome sight in the garden. I only wish they would last longer than they do. They seem to lose their heads so quickly in their excitement at bursting into flower.

03-02 Along Pockhill

After so much rain recently, and I am sure there is more to come, it’s lovely to have a sunny interlude. Both these images are from my current Moleskine 5 x 8ins watercolour sketchbook.

Twin trees

02-18 Winter trees Upper Slaughter

With most days so far this year having rain, rain and yet more rain, it is not easy to do much in the way of watercolours out in the middle of nowhere, so this was done from memory and a pencil sketch in a pocket notebook drawn between showers. I paint from the comfort of the car sometimes but it is surprising just how many paintable scenes have absolutely nowhere to stop and pull over out of the way.

However, I count my blessings that I do not live in a place which has water flooding through the house, which is happening to all too many people in various parts of the country at the moment. It must be devastating. One’s own frustrations are insignificant in comparison.

After the storm

02-11 February sunshine

After storm Ciara which mercifully caused little damage to our particular neck of the woods, it is good to see a little sunshine to accompany the wind instead of rain and hail.

This was painted from a small, wobbly, very watery scribble in a 5×3″ sketchbook while pausing in a very muddy gateway of a meadow.

Bouquet of Tulips

01-29 Supermarket tuliips

It’s been a while since my last post. This has been due to a number of little things which have taken a long time to resolve – nothing major, just irritating.

 

Today I am housebound waiting for a tradesman I KNOW isn’t going to turn up, so I decided to cheer myself up by painting this bouquet of supermarket tulips. A little colour makes a lot of difference!

Season’s Greetings

Skating Snowman

Finally I have found December. Sometimes there are just so many things happening there just isn’t enough time to do everything one wants to – not helped by the fact that there have been problems with our internet access.

So before I am submerged in the hurly- burly of the next week or so, I would like to wish everyone Season’s Greetings wherever you may be.

 

See you in 2020.

After the rain

11-11 Flooded field at Burford

A beautiful dazzling Autumn day which despite the cold would be a lovely moment to go and find something to sketch the stunning colours – except we are expecting workmen who turn out to be the type who see no reason to tell us at what time they might be here, despite their hype-filled texts and emails promising otherwise. Instead I take the opportunity to catch up on paperwork and posting on WordPress..

Despite today’s sun, there has been a lot of rain recently though luckily not as devastating as places in Yorkshire where it is waist- deep, which must be soul destroying.

Here, the River Windrush which meanders lazily through our corner of the Cotswolds, has escaped its usual course and flows into the meadows at the lower end of the town of Burford which sits on a steep hill above.

The foreground water here is usually a green field.

 

7×11 ins. Watercolour on Saunders Waterford 140lb/300gsm CP paper