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.

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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.

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Blue Drift

Charcoal and pastel on paper

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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