Today we woke up to the most beautiful day. It was so appreciated after some stormy, windy and cold days with hail, sleet and snow showers. There have been days when it looked like someone had pulled down a grey blind to the window, no hills just a flat grey mass of cloud and nothingness. I was glad to stay indoors and work on my brown ink page, drawing the objects I showed you in my last post.
I like the slow pace of dipping a pen into ink and watching the marks appear on the page. It gives me time to think. I added a double sycamore seed and a little piece of brown fern. The berries are drying and crumbling and more brown than red, as winter has taken it's hold on the hedgerows.
During the week we walked through the lanes, a shorter walk than usual because it was bitterly cold. I was looking around at the brown leaves and earth, bare branches and this winter landscape stripped of colour. I collected the last of the rosehips, shrivelled up shapes turning brown and black. Each branch I reached up for caught my woollen mittens on the sharp thorns and snagged my jacket, I was tangled up and at the mercy of the thorns and jagged branches. It was quite a fight, a mitten free, then I find the sleeve caught and I turn to realise I am trapped by my hat and hair. Despite all of that I hung on to my treasures. It reminded me of childhood days, collecting blackberries and getting tangled in the briars, and I guess I should know better by now ! Of course I had to draw them after all that.
I enjoyed working again with my brown pen and brown ink straight onto the page, no planning just letting the page form as I went along. A little acrylic ink for the touches of red on the berries. I will always think of that tangle I got into whilst collecting those branches when I see this page in my square book where I recorded them.
Along the stone walls little sycamore seeds get trapped between cracks and gaps in the slate. There they are protected from damage as they slowly change into the skeletal lace structures. I love finding them, each year they fascinate me, so tiny and perfect, to me so beautiful.
Today we went for a lovely walk on this crisp clear day. I noticed the shapes of the neatly cut hedgerows, the golden brown rushes moving gently at the edge of the river, the large branches of the magnificent oak tree and the frozen brown leaves trapped in the ice. The muddy ground, the dried and dead remains of plants, a cowparsley seed head, and some pale brown toadstools. Mostly I noticed how blue the sky was, with the views of snow capped hills and clusters of trees, in this peaceful world with so much space and silence. I realise how lucky I am to be able to see this, pleased I can share it with others.
We wandered back home. I did not collect objects, instead memories of the day which also ended in a most spectacular way.
I hope you enjoyed seeing a little of what I have been doing. Thank you as always for your interest and lovely comments, they are appreciated and I do enjoy reading each one. I hope you are keeping warm and doing something creative. I will leave you with the first signs of spring, snowdrops in my garden, a welcome sight. See you soon. Milly x