Last Friday I was invited to give a little talk and show my art work to a lovely group of people at Keswick art society. It really had me thinking about what I draw and paint. I explained that I collect my specimens on a walk, I then choose and arrange them to make the drawing. I realise they are all objects in my environment, familiar to me and yet always interesting to me. I really enjoy not knowing what I will draw until I go for a walk and then find the objects that make the pages. At the end of the talk it was lovely to hear the words inspiring and beautiful many times by different people, so thank you if you happen to be reading this.
We are experiencing some gales and stormy weather, along with the high tides the shore is very wet. I didn't like the look of it on Saturday and eventually ventured down on Sunday, late afternoon after the tide had gone down. I had a real battle on my hands just walking along as the strong winds blew off the sea. I was well wrapped up, only my face showing and at times it was hard to catch my breath as I was pounded by the wind. The water in the tidal river should have been flowing out to sea, the wind makes it look like it is running in the opposite direction.. I was shocked how much of the banking had collapsed with the strong tide, it is eroding the land and creeping nearer to the train lines. The amount of water running off the banks has created deep channels and patterns in the sand. My reward was to see the huge amounts of seaweed, the tideline full of natural objects. I found the two yellowy mermaids purses tangled in the seaweed, one was used in the page. My unwritten rule, always collect the red berries, and of course the many different feathers attract my attention. It looks like a messy tangle because that is what it is, all mixed and mashed by the stormy sea. I used my foot to kick it and roll it over to have a better look. So many things I see which I could draw but with enough in my bag which I am really hanging onto for fear of it blowing away, I am finished here.
The grey heavy clouds are warning of rain. I hurried along slopping and splashing through the soggy ground and jumping the gullies. It started to rain, sharp stinging rain on my face and it feels dark and hostile. The acid yellow lichen glows on the limestone boulders, just the way my red berries did as I slipped them into my pocket for safe keeping. Home to a warm house and I drop my finds into the sink to watch the colours and shapes appear from the tangle, the start of my page for week 36.
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|the tangle of seaweed and the two mermaids purses.|
|Press pictures for close up.|