Thursday, 14 November 2019

Make a little table top Christmas Tree ...click, download and print.

Make your own Father Christmas Angel.

Hi everyone,  as we approach Christmas we have to think ....about the tree.
Here is something for you to make at home for the tree, simply click the image and print it off.
Good Luck......my angel is ...


 

Click to enlarge and print off and cut out this little figure. It will stand up or it could be placed on a tree.

Sunday, 10 November 2019

A little cartoon to colour in?




Something for you to colour in?.....


Tumbling, spinning, golden leaves
Confetti a dark,
Wet autumn path,
And sing Hallelujah,
To live again,
To fly again.

Cows at Black Mill, Beverley.


I have pondered this as an idea for a long time. The cows congregate at the Mill and drink from a nearby trough. The black and white cows seem to disappear against the freshly tarred Mill which I always find slightly comic. So here is a little bit of fun, though the use of black is rather wonderful and has started me thinking. Perhaps this can be a theme, not necessarily using black, but maybe other background colours which reflect the subject .

Thursday, 7 November 2019

Calendars available in Beverley.


...........Just to say that the calendars can now be obtained from Ford Framing in Beverley.

Above Weaverthorpe, East Yorkshire.

3rd November 2019.
A 12 x 10 inch oil on canvas.

After a wonderful rendezvous at Carluccio's in Beverley ...hmm...I decided to travel to Cottam to see the church. It is in a private field, in a distressed state having been unused for many years. The building is of typical stone design yet made of brick. It is situated in a particularly beautiful setting seeming to float on the crest of a wave as the Wolds undulate around it. I decided to return some day and paint it but access at this time was a problem. So, I drove over towards Weaverthorpe and parked near Rosemount Farm from where I did this view. The weather became colder forcing me to abandon the painting, though I think it still works, and head off for a coffee and to get warmed up. However, before setting off I heard a distant honking sound and looked up to see a long skein of geese heading my way. They were very high and moved relatively slowly meaning I could easily count them, sixty two in total. I always think it is magical to see geese pass over, they 'talk' to each other constantly, what are they saying? Mary Oliver would probably have suggested that they were sharing a joke.

Saturday, 2 November 2019

Autumn Typtych

Autumn triptych
...and an observation as we approach November 11th.....
Acrylic on canvas, two 20cm square, one 30cm square.

Willow Lane.

Walking along and
All is quiet as
I pass over
Masses,
Of summered,
Fallen lives.

Over the rusty daggered path
I remember...

Peace.




Wednesday, 30 October 2019

Life drawing experiment.


I did three sketches for this evening's life drawing. There were to be 4 poses so I decided not to paint but to sketch and experiment with using diluted Indian ink. It would have been fine on paper but I only had a canvas. The ink would  seep too much and also took too long to dry. So it was a learning curve. At home, using Artstudio on my iphone 6 I added a simple colour background as you can see below. Next week I may try again but this time take paper.












Thursday, 24 October 2019

Hornsea Mere, East Yorkshire.


23rd October 2019

I popped over to Hornsea to help out at the Spectrum Art Club where I was delighted with the groups output and progress. However, I must remember not to mention politics... It was interesting as well to talk about Wittgenstein with one of the group and I will pass on my old friend Ivar Oxaal's book on the great man.
Down at the Mere for tea and a sandwich I thought I should try a painting, especially as today is my wedding anniversary. So here is a view showing and old willow tree. It is oil on canvas 20 x 16 inch. It was a lovely sunny day though quite windy which could have been awkward but in the end it worked out alright.
I may well try to do this view again, perhaps on a sunny day in winter.
Hope you like it. Short video here.

Monday, 21 October 2019

Woodland painting. Beverley.


18th October, 2019.

Decided late afternoon to take George to Burton Bushes, the ancient wood on the Westwood, Beverley.
We headed for the hawthorn which I used, to do a workshop for the Hornsea Spectrum Group. I was pleased with everyone's progress and how, though we had a common task, their interpretation varied resulting in an interesting set of work.
We found the hawthorn and looked at it for some time. Then we set off deeper into the forest and came across this view. The sun was highlighting the tree forms in an interesting way. At this time of year as the sun gets lower and the days shorten so catching the light gets more difficult. We stopped and I rubbed leaf litter into the white canvas, then sketched directly onto the canvas making notes about colour, light and shade. George soon got bored and started barking. He was telling me to find a stick, and to throw it for him. I put the canvas down on the ground, and in his excitement he trod on the it, as you can see above.
I like this.
He had actually contributed to the painting.
I found myself also liking the form of the fallen tree in comparison with the straight vertical branches of the shrubby tree behind it. As the sun pierced the canopy lighting up leaves and dappling the ground George continued to play, fetching his stick. It was a lovely session, the recent rain has made the paths muddy and slippery and here, inside the forest, the fallen leaves sit on damp soil. The weather deteriorated, yet the rain held off and we returned to the car.
I added some paint that evening before finishing it today.
Hope you like it, I intend to do some more and build up enough to augment my 'Year in Burton Bushes' exhibition.

With colour added.

Friday, 18 October 2019

Pen and ink woodland scene.


After some shopping, I took George to my favourite wood.
We wandered deep inside the wood getting caught on brambles and dodging low Holly branches until we reached a sort of clearing. I got my pad and rubbed it on the leaf stren forest floor. I wanted to make a picture which had some of 'the moment' about it. I was reminded to try this as I had read of John Wolseley doing something like this when he painted in Australia. He had met Roger Deakin, whose last book, 'Wildwood, a journey through trees' I have just read. It is an amazing book, one of the few I will reread, by a consummate writer who has now left us.
George found a stick and barked for me to throw it. This was the start of a long session where he would grab the stick, perhaps four feet long and then charge at me, at speed which required some nimble footwork.
Earlier we had seen some beautiful fallen apples. They were small wild apples, and not bitter to taste. I wondered how the trees had got here. Perhaps a dropped apple, a bird passing a seed? The tree was very old and by necessity, very tall as the canopy is dense.


Small wild apples,
Bright yellow,
Rest where they fell,
A jeweled association
Sitting motionless,
Moonbeams
In the dark, 
Rotting leaves.
 
They decay and waste away
And in communion
Secretly,
Silently,
Pray.

Wednesday, 16 October 2019

Hawthorn tree from a Beverley wood.



Something different, 
here is a drawing which you can see being done as a black and white pen and ink wash, followed by adding colour. Video links below.
I have done this and created a short video as I prepare for a demonstration with the Spectrum Art Club over in Hornsea. This precedes some dedicated pen and ink work I hope to do with them later. Never used acrylic ink before and it has been a joy to experiment with.  I lightly drew out the main elements of the picture first, in pencil, before using a .... Sharpie pen!
Then I applied diluted ink to create background tones before inking in the darker areas on the tree. I continued to add leaves but was aware to leave areas of light as I intend to attempt an acrylic wash later. After testing the ink, I realize it is the Chinese version of Indian ink, which should be noted, is not waterproof. So, with this in mind I will need to be careful when adding acrylic washes, in fact, I think a quick coating of varnish will help before adding colour. This should prevent the picture from smudging. I will test a small area first......

Well, I decided to go ahead and add colour after testing a small area which did not smudge when I added colour. You can see this here



Tuesday, 15 October 2019

Lockington, East Yorkshire. Pen and ink sketch.


Please download and colour in.
Thoughts and reminiscences of a day sketching in Lockington.

After coffee in Carluccio’s

I collected George, 
For his second walk,
Before remembering,
From last night's
MNDA 40th anniversary celebration,
At the Minster,
Someone mentioning, that,
Over at Lockington,
In the village hall,
In the 'Old Schoolhouse',
Beside a stream,
Over a ford,
By The Ancient Willow,
An exhibition of
Photographs was being held.

It was a varied,
Excellent exhibition
Reflecting views,
Being reflected,
As well as
Macro shots of 
Compound eyes.......
So I stayed for tea and cake.

Walking George  along a road,
Besides a stream,
Which acted, rather like a moat,
With small,
Timbered bridges,
'Weight limit 1 ton',
I pass two ladies,
One, with a wheelbarrow.

A freezer had broken.
So one of the women,
(The one with the wheelbarrow),
Had volunteered to
Use her freezer,
For her friend.
They inquired about George,
Surprised he was an older dog,
As he is still playfully bouncy.
When I said "I was looking for a view to paint",
They mentioned Hockney,
His use of colour,
"Oh, haven't you met him"
I replied,
(Making a mental note to drop off a couple of calendars).

At the other end of the village,
On the road looking for a view,
I noticed,
Two interesting, intriguing,
Faded, 
Overgrown,
And stained with rust,
Square,
White,
Hollow iron columns,
Partly hidden,
Mysteriously
Suggesting a gateway,
Or an entrance
To an ancient pathway,
Though no sign gave a clue.
Perhaps it was an old coffin path,
The village Church was not far away.
Tentatively, we wandered into the overgrown
Enclosed green path, slightly relieved,
To see signs that others had walked this way.

We wandered this new path
Passing cattle,
Contentedly grazing.
Their beautiful, big black, eye lashed eyes
Contemplating perhaps, 
The dominant presence
Of a rippling, white,
Twitching,
Quiet,
Huge,
White Charolais bull.

The path led to a deep stream,
Where a moorhen cracked, and noisily skip, skimmed away,
Alerting another which,
On long green legs, ran over a field,
To a sanctuary place.
Another adventure for George,
Who sniffed happily the fresh smells,
As we walked
Along apparently,
I was later told,
An adjudged permissive path.

Over a wooden bridge,
We emerged, at the oddly,
Much altered church,
Which was open,
Welcoming, and
Invited 
Us to sit quietly awhile,
In this peaceful place.

Back on a village road,
I stood near a driveway,
And plugged in,
Looking at a white fronted cottage.
Noises behind me made me turn,
A man, perhaps a novice, was riding
A young alert looking horse,
It was a beautiful light chestnut,
And they moved towards me, 
Both the rider and horse,
Were supervised by another person
Walking alongside.
A reassuring presence as
Traffic passed,
Slowly,
Widely,
Quietly.
I carried on drawing.
A few minutes later 
They returned and passed me again,
Whereupon I said
'Well Driven'
To a grateful, and now, smiling man.
I carried on drawing, observing, looking, adjusting.

Then, a red Countryman
( not a Commoner with social values, just a common car, or should I say 'popular' )
Emerged from the graveled drive in front of me,
Mother and daughter I suspected,
Two minutes later they returned,
Forgotten something?
Then set off again.
Hardly anyone passed me as I drew,
Though a runner did pass, alone,
Collecting on her return
A cyclist companion.
"Aye aye, Ow do."

I carried on drawing,
Then decided to stop
And head for home,
Via the Pipe and Glass,
Where the wi-fi is still not working,
To feed George.
Just about to set off and met
A father and daughter,
They liked the picture and we chatted,
Serendipity.... I thought.
Just a slight suggestion of colour.

Monday, 14 October 2019

Life painting, female nude.

My fourth quick life painting, at an evening session with The Hull Art Circle in Cottingham. It makes a change from plein air landscapes, yet has connections inasmuch as acute observation is needed. Also time wise it is or can take a similar amount of time. Added the green  background when I got home but otherwise mostly done at the session. 
The lack of time means fine detail and blending is not possible. 
Acrylic on canvas 50 x 40 cm.

Saturday, 12 October 2019

2020 Calendars, have arrived.

Go here to see my calendar for 2020, lots of great pictures which could be kept for framing. Only a limited number available. Now available from FORD FRAMING in Beverley.
£10
£12 incl P+P.







Friday, 11 October 2019

Pen and ink sketch of South Dalton, free download.


2nd October 2019.
South Dalton, showing the Old Post Office on the left.

I sat in the car sketching the view, 
When suddenly,
I was passed alongside,
And it was a very narrow road, 
With a steep embankment opposite,
By three farm tractors with high all seeing cabs,
Towing huge, long cylindrical trailers.
Liquid manure maybe?
I was playing Delaney Davidson, Spoonful...
Who is from New Zealand, 
And a  fantastic solo performer..... 
on the car speakers,
...anyway the tractors passed from behind. 
I did not see them at first and was thinking
'How clever DD was with his sound effects
Check the link, let me know what you think....
Might not be everyone's taste, 
But I saw him recently in Beverley. 
He was only here for one night unfortunately, 
Which was a shame as I was desperate to take a good friend, 
Who had lived in New Zealand, to see him.....
But nevermind... 
Perhaps...
There might be another time.

Soon afterwards a small school 'bus came and pulled over,
Where it was greeted by a group of talkative parents.
As the 'little people' disembarked, 
For a moment,
The road was blocked
With waves of laughter and smiles. 

I was looking forward to coffee at the Pipe and Glass
And to upload the sketch, 
Using their wi-fi connection,
...but guess what...
Telecom's vans were everywhere
With men in high visibility jackets
Climbing poles.
The whole village wi-fi had been cut off!!
So I uploaded it from home.

My intention here, is to provide you all with the black and white, pen and ink sketch to download. Initially for my friends at the Spectrum Art Society but I guess for everyone including schools.




Wednesday, 9 October 2019

Pen and ink sketches, free downloads.

2nd October 2019.

After a busy morning doing essential jobs I popped over to Etton and South Dalton to try sketching.
Here is the Etton sketch, from today.
I would like you to download and add colour, I have just added a little colour for you to see how it changes the picture. My friends at the Spectrum Art Society may find these of interest in preparing for an upcoming talk and demonstration soon.



Pen and ink, a view from the car as horses trotted by.

The next day, 3rd October was National poetry Day and so I thought to record a narrative of the day, part prose, part narrative. Here it is....


Etton



I stop the car,
Near the filling pond
In Main Street.
And from inside
Look for something to draw.
CLIP CLOP,
CLIP CLOP.
A high rider passes by and looks blankly
At my empty ....
blank page
A story to tell.

Some distance ahead
I see a cottage
With steep, thatch gabled, walls
(It is just past the Light Dragoon).
Though now dressed in pan-tiles it remains
A venerable, vernacular vision, 
Keeping it's memories fabric quiet.
CLIP CLOP,
CLIP CLOP

A beautiful white horse,
Or should I say GREY?
It is huge,
Walks past my window
Driven by a helmet wearing woman,
With fair hair,
Or should I say blonde?
Towards the Light Dragoon,
Though not charging
It moves,
Lazily,
Deceptively,
Quickly.
CLIP CLOP,
CLIP CLOP.

I carry on drawing,
Noticing the describing shadows
Cast across the
unusually,
broad road,
A movement to my left?
Yes,
A horse head pushed through the dense thicket
Is looking at me,
And I smile,
And In my mind, say Hello.
CLIP CLOP,
CLIP CLOP

A woman approaches, turns and
Walks to the hedge,
Walks to a hidden gate,
Greeting the horse
Which gets some attention,
Featuring a harness and perhaps an apple,
Though,
most of all, and
What we all need,
And yet hear less,
A soft spoken word.

Perhaps the horse,
I realise,
Was not looking at me, 
But rather wisely,
Knowing the time,
Was looking for
Those sweet soft words
Those sweet soft words
Those sweet soft words
CLIP CLOP,
CLIP CLOP.
A horse,
A horse
On long legs towers past,
It is the colour of sun bleached soil,
Ridden by a man
In a faded, 
Felt covered
Olive hat,
He sits high
Silhouetted against a
Weak blue sky.

Now I begin to hatch,
The house
Without thatch,
It will do now,
I think,
Completed in pen and ink...



Monday, 7 October 2019

Life painting number 3.


30th September, 2019.

It was an interesting subject this week. A lovely little challenge. I added the background after the session finished and am quite pleased with the result. I would have liked more time to check fine details but hey, that is the challenge I guess. The figure is just a little small on the canvas, here I have photographed it close up. This is not a concern. It will work as it is though if needed I can detach it from the frame and re-fix it to a smaller frame.

Saturday, 5 October 2019

South Dalton, pen and ink sketches, free downloads

27th September 2019.

Simplified pen and ink sketches to download and to add colour. These little exercise are for the Spectrum Art Group in Hornsea.
However all are welcome to download and enjoy playing around with the process of adding colour.

Soon John Harrison, the eminent artist will be visiting the Hornsea Art Society  ( November 8th) to talk and give a demonstration of his work. I am sure it will be a good event to attend. 

The weather was windy today and at times it rained in torrents requiring a quick diversion to the Pipe and Glass for coffee.
I am enjoying the discipline of sketching in pen and ink and being very careful when putting pen to paper. The roads around South Dalton are much quieter now as the all the harvesting seems finished.
Hope you enjoy the work...





 View from opposite the church.

View from the 'bus shelter.



View from near the Pipe and Glass.

Thursday, 3 October 2019

Hornsea Sailing Club. Sketches of the clubhouse, free to download.

Two more quick pen and ink sketches for you all to download and add colour. I thought of doing these on the spur of the moment after visiting the Spectrum Art Group at Hornsea. Popping down to the Mere for a sandwich and to walk George, I saw the Sailing Clubhouse and thought a couple of light touch sketches were in order. As I sketched I heard loud plops from behind me as a fish, perhaps being chased, leapt out of the green, discolured water.
I would like you to download and colour them in the manner of John Harrison, who was mentioned to me this morning by a fan of his. Indeed he is to give a talk / demonstration locally in November. 
For me, I would add colour to the trees in both pictures, the boat masts being highlighted by being left white. Also, perhaps a touch of light yellowy / green grass.  But not to colour everything. Anyway, good luck and I hope you enjoy downloading these two sketches. 
Originals on A5 sized paper.
I love it when people come over and chat. Today I met SF and friend Jane, who had come along to relax and paint looking over the Mere. After another cup of tea ....ahem... and a cream scone. tut tut, I joined them to see how they were getting, but also just to enjoy having a talk. Looking over the Mere we could see lots of birds, gulls and coots mainly, a swan and one cygnet. Then, the wonderful distant view of a very large egret, indeed, now, I know it was a Great White Egret, a screaming ghostly white against the dark tree shadows. At one point a heron, looking smaller than the egret, chased it away. In total from our viewpoint just outside the cafe we could see two of these dramatic birds. A man standing a few feet in front of us, carrying a camera with an enormous lens was taking pictures of a diminutive, Little Gull. The gull kept flying in circles near us settling at times on a mooring post.
It was a wonderful sunny afternoon and the Mere glistened white in the distance. Loud mechanical noises occasionally disturbed the peace as a large mechanical digger with some kind of flailing head was masticating quite mature trees in some sort of shoreline maintenance.




As you can see from the pictures below, adding colour can make quite a difference, even a small amount of colour can enhance the picture. Have a go yourself.




Tuesday, 1 October 2019

Life drawing, male figure.

23rd September 2019.
I joined a much busier life drawing class for this exercise.
In my haste I had taken some different paints and forgotten my paper towel... but I had time to buy a packet of fig roles before the class started....The session is split into two halves and now I appreciate this, I have a plan.
Basically sketch the figure quickly and then race to add paint. The sketching I am finding is extremely important as, after a break, the figure resumes in ...not...just... the same position. Which is a little challenging as shadows and relationships change subtly. But this is part of the challenge I guess, so for me, the initial sketch is really important. Having painted the figure on the night, just two hours, I added the black background at home. Another point is the importance of lighting. It is so different to see the colours in daylight, and I must be more aware of this when painting under artificial light. This is the second attempt at painting nude figures and I am starting to appreciate and enjoy the intense observation which is needed but as well, to meet other artists.

Sunday, 29 September 2019

A farmhouse near North Dalton, East Yorkshire.

21st September 2019.

Went over to North Dalton for an Open Studio visit to my friends, the Horspools, both multi-talented artists who run Vista Arts' who run very interesting art courses, visits and give talks about art. Whilst there I noticed a poetry event The High Wolds Poetry Festival, in the village hall. It was a brilliantly organized event, with inspired readings as well as superb food.

Nial Adams, museums manager from Beverley introduced the event and acknowledged various funding agencies involved.

The lowering
Evening September sun,
Shines stubble bright 
As cropped fields, 
Reveal shadowed furrows,
Serried perspectives,
Leading to a farm foreman's home,
It is surrounded by sheltering trees
Overlooking orderly bales,
Awaiting their fate.

Striding over a blank canvas of stubble
The farmers wife, 
Calls,
'Pepper'!
This way, 
Then is gone
Through a Nettleton'd  gate?

I left after a couple of hours to search for straw bales in the surrounding fields. It’s really too late as most have now been collected...then I saw this view....with a few of the round bales...
As I painted a car stopped and I met the farmer Tim N. who owned and let the house to one of his key members of staff. We chatted for a few minutes about the Humber Bridge, flora and fauna before he had to go. I saw no hares today but was reminded of the saying, that two adult hares can eat as much as one full grown sheep. As I painted, a young woman, Tim’s wife I think, called after her dog, a lovely black Labrador, who came over to me to say hello. As they walked off I added them to the picture.
A casual red kite floated over towards the trees, behind the house and I add it as another memory of the day. Funny really as Tim and I had just been talking about them.
Once finished I set off home and was pleased to see a weasel determinedly cross the road....safely.
#yorkshirewolds
#johngeekie
#woldspoetry
#eastyorkshireartists
#visityorkshire

Friday, 27 September 2019

Woodland in September.


It had been an interesting day popping into Beverley after walking George and briefly joining the 'Global Crisis Strike' demonstration outside the County Hall offices. The main protest was to be in the afternoon when school children would be coming. After doing some things in the town I stopped on my way home to join the now, loud, protesting group of school children and adults. The children had made some impressive banners and were very passionate in their feelings about the planet and their inheritance. Very moving.

I decided to go home and take George to Burton Bushes, the ancient woodland on the outskirts of Beverley. I carried my painting equipment and let George off, to run and explore though he never went too far from me as I walked to my location.

The September sun lights up
 patches of growing plants,
(in the spring this area is covered with garlic)
Illuminating translucent beech leaves,
Which intelligently articulate,
To catch life giving rays,
On horizontal south facing branches.
Light pierces the canopy,
Animating the pathway with dancing light.
Early fall, spots the ground with
Orange decay,
As autumn inevitably progresses,
Woods sleep.

A man approaches with an elderly small dog and I put George on his lead, only to be told that his dog was quiet and friendly, so I let George free, and sure enough acquaintance with each other, and each others' smells was duly made. In the distance I hear children's excited voices, but the wood is so dense no one can be seen. Then, a glimpse of distant movement, a child emerges, then two dogs, then a mother and father and, I think two more children. They generously comment on the picture as they pass, disappearing again, into the thick wood. George begins barking loudly, he wants me to throw a stick. To do so, I have to stop painting and walk around looking for a stick. I pick up a broken branch. it turns out to be very old and  light and breaks immediately, so I keep looking.
I'm reminded of the old joke about the unsuitability of a young woman's prospective lover.
When seeking advice
from an elderly sage like, spinster,
the young woman is told,

"To be very careful with men",
and continues saying
"It is like walking through a wood."

The young woman asks her what does she mean,
Walking through a wood? 

Whereupon the wise old spinster 
( who had had some bad experience herself ...perhaps?)
replies.....
" it's like walking through a wood....
you go..... through the wood,
and......... through the wood....
and at the end there is.....
a crooked twig"

The young woman is bemused,
She sighs...
Then asks "Yes, but what do you mean?"
But the elderly spinster has gone.

I find George a stout branch and he bounces through the low vegetation happily retrieving the branch before charging back with it, protruding from either side of his mouth, straight at me. I have to be very nimble to avoid being hit.

Happy times.
Video of the painting here.

Wednesday, 25 September 2019

The old boathouse at Hornsea Mere, East yorkshire.

18th September 2019.
I traveled over to Hornsea to assist the members of the Spectrum Art Group. Afterwards, I popped over to the Mere cafe for something to eat. Whilst there, after walking George, I got out my pochade box and walked around the area to find something to paint. I love the old boathouse and decided on this view. The boathouse dates to 1890 and can be seen on information boards, just beyond the boathouse. The notice boards are excellent and highlight the role of the Mere in 1918, when seaplanes were flown by the RNAS, the Royal Navy Air Service engaged in coastal protection and anti-submarine duties.
It was lovely to see an old friend as I packed up. We chatted about various things including...Mirrors
..... dinghy's ..(;o)
The Mere is a bird reserve and lots of geese and swans, herons and coots were busy making lots of noise and taking off from the water. The swifts have definitely gone, long gone, as expected, but I was surprised not to see any swallows or martins, as they are still hanging on in Beverley. The day was warm and still, though the evenings are now getting colder as we march through Autumn. Soon, all our migrants will be gone, making me wanting to seeing them next year, especially after the winter cold. In particular, the swift, a magical bird.

The Spectrum Group of amateur artists is a friendly group and they are looking for members to come along and join them. They meet in the hall at the back of the Catholic Church in Hornsea, which is opposite thr entrance to the Mere. Wednesdays, 10.00am to 12.00 noon. Why not pop along and join this friendly self help group. Occasionally they have demonstrations, workshops and exhibitions.
More details here.

Monday, 23 September 2019

Venerable hawthorn tree in Burton Bushes wood, Beverley.



September 8th 2019
George needed a walk.
For a change I took him to his favourite wood, the ancient wood of Burton Bushes, Beverley. I took a large canvas and we walked deep into the wood, brushing past low growing holly with their sharp reminders, and fighting off, tripping brambles, until I saw this. I stopped and sketched the tree with its interesting sinuous, melding branches while George careered through the undergrowth having adventures. Later, at home, I worked up the drawing adding colour and trying to capture the essence of the tree and the occasional dancing wisps of dappled light on the leaf strewn floor. During the walk birds called and then I saw, an unusual sight,  a vole running along a large fallen tree trunk. In fact, as I walked through the wood I often saw small holes in the ground, which took me back to when I first came across field voles. As a youngster I discovered that voles excavated a small underground chamber and observed that the holes I was seeing were very much the same.
On another visit, a few days later, to make a short film, (can be seen here) of the wood, I met a Munsterlander...... a lovely dog, called Flora. George and Flora briefly socialised while I talked to her proud owner, J.
I had a canvas with me and was looking for a particular tree to sketch to use for an art group demonstration over at Hornsea. I found the tree a little later..

Saturday, 21 September 2019

Hull Art Circle, life drawing.

 9th September 2019.
As Autumn gets colder and the daylight shorter, my thoughts turned to another area.
Last Sunday I went on an ART WALK in the Avenues area of Kingston Upon Hull. It was very interesting to see artists displaying various works of art, in their homes and gardens. One in particular was very original I thought. It was framed abstract linear shapes with minimum colour, all rather original yet similar. They were large drawings, I guess A1 size, all very well framed, with light washes added,  indicating small heat gun peelings of paint stripped from skirting boards. The house  was being decorated after a new couple had moved in. The shavings were displayed on a large board being instantly recognizable in the large drawings. Abstract, yet with layers of history, how much history was a question as several layers could be detected. Of course all the shavings were slightly different,  yet connected, the effect was inspiring.
Anyway, I digress, during the Art Walk I was introduced to a group of people from the Hull Art Circle who mentioned that they had an evening life drawing class the next day, and why don't I come along and try it.  So, I went along to have a look. Suddenly, someone called my name and there was one of my Aunt's. It was lovely to see her and she explained how things were organized. So I popped out to my car and returned with a large canvas and some acrylic paints. As I did not have an easel, it was rather awkward to sketch out the picture with the canvas balanced on my knees and even more awkward when adding paint. Here is the result. Two hours flew by and was not quite enough time to finish,  so when I arrived home I continued to work it up. The model's arms had caught the sun which contrasted with the rest of her body.
Hope you like it.
Post note.
I was not happy with some elements of the body proportions and have painted over the whole picture.

Thursday, 19 September 2019

Staithes Art Festival, a late afternoon visit.

Saturday 7th September 2019.

I decided rather late, to set off to visit Staithes. An artist friend was exhibiting and we briefly met up before I set off to try a painting. It was late afternoon and the sun was out, though a strong gusty, cold wind blew in from the sea. I walked onto the beach and sought shelter from the wind under the crumbling cliffs to the south. Then I spotted a more secluded spot near some the access to the breakwater. It was in the shade and I was looking towards the sun. This made "seeing" the colours a little difficult at times, however, my pochade box helped a little as I painted onto the canvas. The harbour sands were wet and the tide was coming in. I met several interested people and enjoyed talking about various things..... BUT NOT BREXIT !!!
I realise that I have another couple of paintings of the coastline nearby and am thinking now that I should build up a few more and have a coastline themed exhibition. It's an idea.
Hope you like it.
I have started to take students out for some plein air painting, on a one to one basis which is working well. I provide all the materials for this, if interested send me an email.

Sunday, 15 September 2019

Couple of FREE pen and ink sketches for you to download and add colour.

Hi everyone, here are a couple of downloadable sketches for you to colour in.
They are just quick doodles really but I think they will be good for you to play around with.

Near the edge of the wood over at Burton Bushes is a clearing with some magnificent beech trees. In fact, one supports a childs swing, though the seat seems rather too high.
The ground is pale brown with an element of pink shade, patches of light should be left untouched. Just a suggestion of the odd green grass here and there can be added.
The low growing bush on the right hand side is HOLLY andshould be dark green with shade black spots
The beech tree is pale grey.
In the distance, try yellow and green for the higher leaf canopy.
The lower distant growth is pale , light green graduating to very dark almost black at the base.
Something a little different.
I always love to sketch and here is a pen and ink sketch waiting to be colour washed.
The steepness of the roof suggests that the building originally had a thatched roof and, in fact has been modified.
Cream gable end, dark red/brown upper brick, paler brick below.
Small bright right red POST BOX, extreme right of main building.
Dark brown/orange pantile roof.
Grey 'leaded' effect to the dormer window side walls,
Dark brown/red chimneys.
Dark "South Dalton" blue door.