Recently we visited the City of Canterbury in Kent. We stayed in a nearby Caravan and Camping Club site and walked in to the City each day to explore the ancient streets with beautiful old buildings, including Canterbury Cathedral. However the Cathedral didn’t allow dog owners and was also being renovated so that’ll be for another day. I always do a sketchbook log of our motorhome trips but decided this time to make up a handmade sketchbook zine of our trip complete with collaged found objects made into little Canterbury houses and shops as bookmarks. A little different, I know!
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Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Thank you all for your interest in my Posts.
Staying at home, walking on local footpaths and bridleways, enjoying quietude.
Days are getting longer, puffy and wispy clouds move across deep blue skies, blossoms scent the air, birds bust nest making, colour bursting . Enjoy simple pleasures that this season offers. In my Studio, I am washing paper with water and choosing energizing colours, my paint brushes, create memory or feeling.
Enjoy and Keep well.
A splash of colour
I posted a week ago this painting emerging. It is still work in progress, however as the days get shorter and cooler as autumn advances , every day I have looked at the bright jewel coloured flowers, wet with new rainfall and glowing, however soon they will be gone. So I have picked blooms which have fallen and taken them into my Studio to paint them. The result as I work is serendipitous because the blooms have chosen to be part of my painting. It will take a few weeks to complete, but I am happy with it so far. The paint is very wet do I will be continuing with watercolours and prints.
I have fond memories of September, especially the abundance of all kinds of berries in the hedgerows. Blackberries have been juicy and sweet. We’ve had glorious warm days and the cottage garden has kept blooming. Dahlias are just beautiful jewel colours, brightening even the odd dull day.
I hope you have enjoyed September.
A local walk I like to think is my own.
How quiet is the forest.
Beside the brook, I hear cracking hogweed, like tiny castanets.
And rustling grasses looking like fairy tassles.
I see illuminating, floating gold dipped seed dust, filtered in ribbons between stately trees.
Scratching dry earth with a hawk’s feather, it feels worn like old leather.
How quiet is the forest.
Echinacea in Oils, emerging!
Roses delight our senses,
Touch: smooth and soothing,
Smell: sherbet raspberry, aroma of afternoon tea,
Hear: bees murmering between waving petals seeking amber pollen from stamens,
See: Delicate peach dipped pink Petals tightly cupped; wistful white blooms; yolk yellow majestic petals.
Roses are special.