Friday, November 27, 2009


Large Moleskine Sketchbook

Part of the hedge maze in Glendurgan gardens. 

Thursday, November 26, 2009

November Afternoon

November Afternoon
52 cm x 74 cm or 20 inches x 29 inches
Clouds scudding by, heavy with rain.  Crows scrabble for fallen corn, the earth is sticky, bright, clay.  Occasional bursts of sunlight turn the sea to milky emerald and the fields to yellow ribbons.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009


Eden, Rainforest Biome
Large Moleskine.

What a lovely steamy, green, humid, growing, verdant, interesting place this is.  A right tonic on a grey November day.  The Eden Project.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Sketchcrawl Day

I sketchcrawled...

Sketchcrawling Today

I went on my lonely sketchcrawl, the day started with lots of rain and wind, there was a gap, a sodden wet gap with brief glimpses of blue sky but soon the rain heavy clouds were back, it began ti get dark and I headed home.  The last sketch is the one of the house in silhouette with earth from the field as the sky colouring!  It was very good to imagine everyone, all over the world busy sketching away!
Also, and more importantly, a friend of mine had a baby in the early hours of today, I shall call her "Sketch", what a great name!

Friday, November 20, 2009


I am sketchcrawling tomorrow, leaving my house at three to walk to Dennis Head to draw, join me if you are near.


I am sketchcrawling tomorrow.  Leaving my house at three in the afternoon walking down to Dennis Head and sketching there, if you are in the area and want to join me you can, I will be suprised but pleased!

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Sun and Crows

Sun and Crows
30cm x 20cm or 12 inches x 8 inches.

Storm maddened clouds race with each other accross a winter landscape.  Crows fly scattered in the wind with sunlight snatching at their feathers.  It is a world of buffeting shapes and fleeting moments of glory.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

The Last Leaves

The Last Leaves
25cm x 21.5cm or 10 inches x 8.5inches

Autumn departs in a huff, slamming the door behind her.  The last leaves cling to the trees, suddenly they are gone, skittering off across the landscape.  Wild winds whip us into red cheeked hespres's as we walk, witches laughter lost to the turbulant sky.  Every tree becomes a home to hob goblins, his brushes busy,  Arthur Rackham has drawn this world and I love it.
I am out and about every day with my sketchbook and sometimes I brave the weather for a bit longer and make an attempt at a painting.  Vivien has a post on working-plein-air, she highlights some of the difficulties involved.  This is one such effort and for the watercolour freaks out there if you click on this image you should be able to see all the colours and brush-marks.
Blogger has new features, some of them are great but I mourne the loss of the spell checker and would like to apologise for any mistakes I make, spelling is not one of my skills!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Winter Trees

Here we are, back in the present day, stormy winter trees and rooks riding the wind.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

A Free Gift!

This is part of a little card cut-out house that you can print out and use (or rather, any small person that you know who would enjoy it)
It is a free gift and is available on Hand and I.  It is a little thank-you and a promotional piece.  I have started a new blog which only shows illustration work as well as an Etsy Shop to sell prints and a Facebook fan page to generate more passers by.  If you havent joined it yet then please do, it all helps!  I am also working on an advent calender which will go up on Hand and I every day untill Christmas.  So if you like that kind of thing go there to see it on December 1st.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Night swimming

Night swimming.
30cm x 22cm or 12inches x 8.5 inches
If you wish to "dive into " this painting please click on the picture, it is worth a closer look.
I wasn't night swimming but I was listening to the song by R.E.M. I sit in the darkness and the cold for quite some time before beginning to paint. It is a fantastic way to spend an evening, you should try it! This is a field high up above the river, you need a waterproof blanket to sit on and a head-torch is useful for setting up and choosing your palette. When everything is ready switch the light off and just sit. Absorb the night, let your eyes become accustomed to the dark, look and look and after a while begin to think about shapes and colours, tone and form...let them into your mind and wallow in them, you need to because, although you are there, it is night so when you switch your light on and begin to paint you need memory to play a part too.
Coffee in a thermos flask is a top tip too!

Monday, November 09, 2009

A Winters Night

A Winters Night
30cm x 22cm or 12 inches x 8.5 inches
A full moon in a cloud scudding sky, the wind is high and the last few leaves cling to the branches. To walk out on a night such as this is to let your imagination run riot, trees become gothic shapes and every shadow hides a nameless one, waiting for a hapless traveller... spooky!

Friday, November 06, 2009

Hard Rope and Silken Twine

Hard Rope and Silken Twine
38 cm x 38 cm or 15 inches x 15 inches

Every now and then we go to a marvelous place called McSalvors. It is a sort of huge army and navy store crossed with a chandlers mixed up with an ironmongers with a bit of builders merchant. Put simply you can find a lot of really useful things there and a huge amount of things that you didn't know you needed until you saw them there! Anyway it is all piled up on metal shelves or stacked up on the floor and for someone like me, who has a bit of a "thing" for string and rope, it is heaven.
So here we have rope and lovely labels scrawled with an iron-mongery script. The title is of course a reference to my most favorite band ever. Wonder if anyone knows who they are...

Sunday, November 01, 2009

Rain Heavy Sky

Rain Heavy Sky
10 inches x 30 inches or 25.5 cm x 76 cm

There are lots of colours to be found in the landscape at the moment, the wet rich earth, the changing leaves. Autumn is here and the last leaves are awaiting a gale to send them fluttering to the ground.
This is the view above Frenchmans Creek, you can just see the river on the left of the painting, where it splits and goes up to Constantine one way and Gweek the other. Ancient oak woodlands make a textured cushion on Groyne Point.
Here are a couple of details.