First post in a very long while. I am at present rebuilding my house and studio which has alas costumed all of my energies. At first I tried to keep the paintings coming but had to give up as there were just too many calls on my time. As I am cursed with a fair degree of practical know how I am designing it all and doing much of the work myself. Oddly I find building a brick wall just as satisfying as painting. There is a definite link in all making activities, there is the same planning and problem solving going on and the same satisfaction in looking at the final result after a day’s work. Presumably this is the feeling that a stone age person felt upon looking at a hand axe he or she had just napped from a chunk of flint.
Looking back I think this is the longest period I have gone without painting or drawing anything for three or four decades. I do wonder if it will bring ay change. I am very much looking forward to restarting and wonder how it will feel. Will I be rusty? Full of new inspiration and drive? We will find out in due course. My instinct tells me that it will be hard to get the flow going but also that the break will have done me good. In some ways I haven’t stopped. I have thought of things to paint and have been planning new work in my head. I’m not sure I am in any way able to turn off that part of my brain!
One of the reasons for the big rebuild is to be able to exhibit work in my home and have open studio days. The first of these is coming up soon and here is the link to Dorset Arts Week which happens every 2 years. Fortunately I have plenty of work framed so I don’t need to frantically prepare content, though I do have to get cards printed. The date does at least give me a deadline on the building works that I cannot avoid!
Here are a few watercolours I painted before my constructional sabbatical began.
This is Golden Cap, I have been here a few times to paint but never been very luck with the light. This day was no exception! Very breezy and hard to paint but I enjoyed it anyhow.
This is Melbury Hill one of the highest hills in Dorset, it was done just after Christmas on a wet and windy day. It was hard work just holding on to everything! I was lucky though as it rained on just about everything but me. Very dramatic and I wished I had brought my oils.
Once home out of the weather I tried my hand at a half sheet, but not quite right, I will have another go as I like the subject.
This is the River Stour near my house. The river was swollen due to storms and looked great in the early morning light.
This is in the village of Manston near St Nicholas’ church which is the site of one of the first cremations in recent times. Needs a figure maybe.
This is the Stour again but near Hammoon. A great view but I am going to have to get up really early to catch it at its best.
Finally here is the River Stour yet again this time at the lovely Fiddleford Manor and the last time I but brush to paper. The third watercolour of the day and easily the best.
I was then busy with organising the Wapping show at the Mall Galleries. I only sold one, but was delighted that it was one of my pen drawings that I had exhibited to test the water as it were. Drawings are hard to sell as they sit somewhere between prints and paintings.