Sorting the set

 

 

31 August – the last day of summer. It has made me go back over s

ome pictures and this is one from the start, April, when we had unusually hot days and summer, for once, came early.

 

These two guys were sat on the tow path discussing musical scores and sets for their forthcoming events. Not long after I passed, the man on the left took out an accordion and played a few bits and pieces. When asked, tow path man said they played for money, acordian man said they played for fun – there wasn’t enough money in it. Ah, isn’t it always the way?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Feel-good design

Indian ink and water colour 30X40 cms

Here Comes the Breeze

Yes, I have been busy with stretched paper recently working on designs for a hospital.  What with it being the summer, many of my themes are falling into the sunny category.  I am hoping  flowers and feel-good are a winning mix.  In an attempt to make the subjects less the norm and with a stronger design angle, I have incorporated colours which could be seen as trippy and I do not wish to make anyone feel unwell.

After speaking to the manager, she says all is good so that is a relief.  Back to the next (more trippy) picture then!

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Here comes the breeze

Indian ink and water-colour

I had a birthday at the weekend.  I am not saying this is a mid-life crisis, but form some reason I have become fed up with my past work, and have decided to give another style a go.

Dandelion clocks – too numerous to  appreciate (they grow where they are not wanted) but beautiful none-the-less.

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Mushrooms

Oil on canvas 9X12"

This is a kick against the green flowery stuff I have been churning out recently.

Starting off as a mushroom still life, I decided to paint in some of the packaging too - even at one point sticking some real cellophane on the wet canvas before wimping out and painting a plastic effect instead.

9 X 12" canvas

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The number 53

O.K.  I know I am a curmudgeon, but this is how I celebrated the Royal Wedding; painting sheep.  These woolly beasts had looked to sit in the shade, unseasonably warm weather making their garb uncomfortable in the sun.  Luckyily there were a few stones standing around for them.  (Yes, I am talking Avebury).

I don’t mind the wedding itself.  I don’t mind the immediate Royal family.  What I don’t like is the awful way the commentators drone on, dribbling drivel into their microphones as they carp about the minutiae of every boring detail.  Ugh!  Give me sheep and sun.  Spoken like a true West Country girl.

Why the number 53?  Look closer.  It’s sprayed on the sheep, silly!

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Avebury

Perception of time stretched when out walking among the stones.

When dates being used are all BC, time seems to take on a different meaning. The settlement shown in the museum here mentioned dates around 2,400 BC, which of course means 4,400 years ago.

The beautiful weather meant Catherine and I made the 25 minute journey to Aveburywith the roof on my car down, driving past bright yellow fields of rape under a dusty blue sky.
Arriving at 9:30 meant we were unhurried and sauntered through fields of these ancient stones and along the tops of the earth-works in the warm breeze.
A visit to the museum makes one realise how little meaning time has when it is cast in stone.  All dates are BC and therefore must have our date added on top.  The child’s skeleton dated at 2016 BC (I think) means it is actually 4016 years old.  The chalk ground is good for preserving bone and it is for this reason there are still remains so long after the event.

Catherine scrutinising a stone

Avebury is along a ley-line from Stonehenge. Henge is iconic but I always think it a let down as over the years it has been fenced off, and then open, but to be honest, even when we are allowed in the stone circle, there is not a great deal there. Give me Avebury any day.

Two of the stones in the second field - the hare-esque one seemed right for Easter

copses of trees with gnarled roots dot the landscape at Avebury

£5 for all day parking was, I think worth it as we spent most of the day there, walking slowly and enjoying the weather.  For a bad-weather day, I am not so sure.  Most of what there is to do is outside and, call me a wimp, I do like to be comfortable.

Being Good Friday meant the most important date in the Christian calender was being observed and I spotted no more than 4 priests/ vicars walking around the church.  When I last visited with the children there was a pagan wedding happening and I was hoping to sit and watch one of those, but no such luck.

http://www.english-heritage.org.uk/daysout/properties/avebury/

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Thrupp green

Narrow boats along the Oxford CanalAnother water colour sketch from my visit to Thrupp in the Oxfordshire countryside.

My daughter has remarked that I no longer use pens to highlight bits and make the lines obvious.  She said the pen makes my sketches look nice whereas just paint makes it seem I am trying to hard and being arty.  I know what she means.  I like Quentin Blake’s illustrations for the Dahl booked because of their scratchy immediate nature.

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Thrupp, Oxfordshire.

Dead centre down the still canal, a blue ghost flies with a mussel shell, clamped lightly in its bill, folding the daybreak’s river most, with the creaking steps of its flight, past the diamonds and daisies of the crator, of the narrow-boat, clove-hitched to a cast-iron bollard…

unseasonably good April weather

The above is a section of poem which is cast onto plaques stood into the ground at the start of the canal at Thrupp, near Annie’s Tea Rooms.  I missed it the first time I went there so was glad to re-visit and see more.

My walk took me past the lock gate leading to the river where I walked to the old cement works.  Being alone and therefore very quiet, I was amazed to see a snake swim across a large section of the river.  It saw me, I saw it.  Snake stopped to assess the situation and decided to carry on, so did I.  Snake stopped once more but obviously decided now was too late so swan right up to me before disappearing into the grassy bank.

poor snake - the panic is almost visible in its face

I felt quite honoured to have seen it and that, coupled with the sunshine made my day.  See?  Easily pleased.

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Stepping back in time

Master thatcher - thatched roof, thatched hat!

On my way to a meeting, I saw this man on a roof in the next village.  Driving on, I was glad I let my nosiness get the better of me, double-backing and asking to take a photograph.  It wasn’t so much the work which caught my eye; more the fact the thatcher was himself thatched with the straw hat.

He turned out to be a nice guy and we had a chat about his craft and the materials he uses.  See?  Sometimes nosey is good.

In case you are interested, here is his web  site.

Meeting at St. Mary’s Church, Limpley Stoke we (Freshford and District Art Group) sat in the sun at various stages around the churchyard.  The soft mossy grass was a pleasure to sit on (steady on – I also had a blanket – I’m not wild you know), and the blue skies opened like a spring blossom as we got busy with the brushes.

My rendition?  Well, I am not actually that happy with it but I am a brave bod and so will post it.

I KNOW! More detail is required here and there.

This is a pretty church so I

Streaming sun

have also taken photographs to do it more justice…

 

  

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lambing time

This man had a powered boat called Ratty which he took along the canal, did a U-turn, and went back to his house on the bank.
We walked along the Oxford Canal at Thrupp. The man in the hat and green shirt had a powered boat called ‘Ratty’ which he took up to the tea-rooms, did a U-turn, and went back to his house on the bank further along.
I did worry this walk  was going to be another run of when I was younger, traipsing over barbed-wire fences, through muddy ditches, and through fields with no footpaths.  I needn’t have worried, there was a proper footpath which took us to a ruin where expectant sheep took refuge to have their lambs.

This little guy had very large ears which caught the sun

The sun shone and with temperatures reaching 24 degrees (C), it was lovely.
Stopping at a tea-rooms for a pot of tea and some lemon drizzle cake, we made our way back home around 5.00.
The sheep in the back field have been busy lambing.  They tend to sit in the more secluded back part in the shadows to have their babies.  I saw one ewe yesterday which I knew was in obvious distress.  We called the farmer and sure enough, despite giving birth to two lambs, there was another long dead lamb still inside which the poor beast could not push out.
I hope this is the last eventful incident with the sheep and the pastoral scene remains tranquil from now on.
Another day, another lamb

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