Winter on the Harbour. The pace slows. Shadows lengthen. Rhythm and currents are more marked, layers exposed.

This is my favourite time to paint and write.

Unfold (study)

oil on paper

My working practice often  involves many words in my sketch book - they are a way of focusing. Sometimes these become verses or poems.

Rarely are they directly related to a piece of work though they will share a mood or phrase.

Blue Drift

Charcoal and pastel on paper

Markers

Oil on paper

Walking at sunset

 

Burnished reedbeds all aglow

Mellow light afterglow

 

Distant Downs fast receding

Dew is falling, sounds deepening

 

Seabreeze slackens to a mumble

Creatures settle, mutter, grumble

 

Bats are hunting in the hedgerow

Silent owl leaves a shadow

 

Homeward bound a distance travelled

Our day is done theirs to follow