The rain

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”  ― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”
― Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

I have been painting again and find I am influenced by the current weather….. I walk my little dog by the river every day. It’s churning dark muddy waters are frightening to me. I can’t swim and fear falling in, but I am fascinated by the power and speed of the water, like watching a wild animal that could kill you with one swipe of its paw while you admire it’s awesome beauty.
Last year before I broke my shoulder I worked on swimmers and sunshine on water, today I am worried about the water rising and carrying away everything that was saved from the flood the last time it happened in my village….. I am safe, my house is in the higher part of the village, but I walk past homes who are sandbagging their doors,again, and mourning the loss of peace of mind and trust in their homes/gardens… I know there are terrible things happening, worse things happening all over the world, but I feel so sorry for folks dealing with the curling, slow, relentless river…..

Trees

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This tramp art cupboard is in my studio.i have a speaker that plays birdsong fitted into it.

I spend a lot of my outdoor sketching time in Sherwood Forest, drawing the ancient oak trees and enjoying the bird song… They are fragile brittle old trees, and of course I have my favourites and I am sure that there will be a lot of damage in this incredibly bad weather we are currently experiencing..

One of my sketches from Sherwood Forest

One of my sketches from Sherwood Forest

Eyes,ears,teeth part 3

Wolfy in progress

Wolfy in progress


Making the heads nod

The body is nice and solid paper mâché again, and I have made the limbs using the inner tubes from my dog poo bag rolls…..I always knew they would come in useful one day. The screws and eyelets holding the heads on give some movement but not too loose.

I have gone for one body, three arms, two legs, three heads. The puppet will be strung with 10lb strength fishing line. The heads move separately.
Arms and legs will be strung too….but I’m not sure how I am going to make the cross piece yet. there are small touches i want to add, a tail and some rough fur, and I think that he is going to be wearing grandmas clothes too.

Fairytales

Robber bridegroom, Rabbit bride, and the welsh tale of blodeuedd

Robber bridegroom, Rabbit bride, and the welsh tale of blodeuedd


The rabbits bride, and the rose from   The snow queen

The rabbits bride, and the rose from The snow queen

For some time now I have been making small works based on fairytales . I usually make these works in the winter when the days are short, the light is bad and it gets cold in my studio. This year it has been puppets that have taken over, although fairytales and folklore have remained a constant 🙂