Sunday, 27 November 2016
After a week of heavy frost I woke to a much milder Sunday morning. The first morning I didn't have to put warm water on the the birdbath. Have to say, although cold I much prefer the frosty mornings which almost always brings a bit of sun with it. Today though milder had that damp feeling that sends wee shivers up and down your spine. Much as I wanted to get on with work in the studio I knew that I really had to go out and clear the last of the leaves from the cherry blossom tree. This year for the first I can remember she was the last clinging to her leaves like prized jewels. The frost put paid to them and only a rare few are still clinging on stubbornly. Although the studio beckoned I have to say being in the garden was probably just as productive. Much like when I used to get my best ideas while mucking out the horses, I also get ideas for paintings while working in the garden. Nowadays it's remembering them by the time I get back at the easel that's the problem, old age doesn't come it's self as they say.
Other good news is I have a couple of Rooks back in the garden. One looks a juvenile while the other seems older and less sleek. I really miss my beautiful Samson and hopefully these two will continue to come and visit and will perhaps strike up a mutual trust with me, as Samson did, well I think it's time to put the kettle on. I do believe there are also some chocolate brownies to nibble, if I can just manage to open the lid without Buddy and Lilly hearing me lol.
Friday, 18 November 2016
Thursday, 17 November 2016
Acrylic 8" x 10"
Have to say one of my favourite thing's is waking on a winter's morning to a fresh fall of snow. Climate change's make those kind of occurrences few and far between now. But, being of a certain age I can remember a time when the fields at least were covered with the white stuff for most of the winter month's. The reference for this painting takes me back to 2010 when we had quite a serious whiteout and for the first time I can remember even the beach at Barassie froze. If you don't believe me I have photographic proof lol. This is the gate at the top of Busbiehill where I kept Rio, Tara and Dougal. It was one of those kind of hill's in this kind of weather where you only got one chance of getting it right in the car. If you changed gear you were doing a less than graceful swan lake all the way back to the bottom and only if you were lucky, not to land in the ditch. Most of the time I just walked it and that year it felt like living in Narnia. Looking at the rain running down the window those days seem a life time away but the beauty in painting means you can bring whatever month you want into the studio. I'm off now for a wee cup of tea and some shortbread. I hope where ever you are, whatever the weather, your enjoying your day.
Monday, 14 November 2016
Sunday, 13 November 2016
Been quite a while since I've posted on my Blog, would like to say it's because I've been so busy painting but it's not. Time just seems to have frittered through my fingers, but hopefully I can now get back to a routine of regular posts. Wishing you all well on this Remembrance Day Sunday xx