Autumn, and umbellifers are bleached as white and black as bones against the rust of decay seen in montbretia and bracken. Aloft, a fistful of seeds awaits the breeze that will both topple and untether, parent and seed, today and tomorrow – gifting future abundance. This oil painting is a work in progress, as patiently and with immense curiosity I investigate the dance of decay in the Cornish hedgerow…
A little figurative exploration that has brought me quiet joy in its making and its formation. It is painted in water soluble oils and I think my recent flower and foliage studies in watercolour have brought a new gentleness to my touch. It very much expresses my love of nature – and paint.
Here he is! A glitch with the blogging app meant I wasn’t able to share at the time what became of the little Cairn terrier portrait. I think I can safely say his strong character shines through!
A quiet study in watercolours of this sweet pea foliage melting into autumn dissolution. Each pair of desiccated leaves rising into the air from a single point on their stem, like fragile wings heading home.
Eyes, nose and ears – no two dogs are identical! Getting them into position is my starting point for a portrait, along with a loose indication of how their fur travels around these key features. Portraying the unique character of fur will take up the main journey time from beginnings to completion.
We can always choose to put ourselves in loving relationship with our body, our longings and that which brings us joy. Brave and beautiful choices take this swimmer towards the cold bright April sea. This mono print results from a drawing I made on the battery rocks in Penzance where embracing self and sea has become an art form.
I was delighted to see this “old friend” last night – one of my own abstract oil paintings of Cape Cornwall – prominently displayed in my old friend T’s airy new beachside apartment!
This is a student discovering that her non-dominant hand is creating a drawing of exquisite sensitivity compared to the drawing produced by her all-knowing “right” hand – producing lines trembling with life in contrast to the generic right-handed image of the flower she was studying. Why not try it yourself?
