I have noticed that there is less of an appetite for landscape these days. This has come about by observing other people’s superb work languishing in exhibitions. It seems that unless there is a connection with a particular view there is no interest. But I must say I love painting them. This is based on a view I saw looking over a fence in Berkshire the other week. I love the lush foliage and the shocks of light and shade – so I’ll go on painting them even if no one is too bothered.
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We have taken a trip down south and I have had some time to do a bit of sketching. This one is from the cliffs at Entretat in Normandy, France. The one below, and less successful, is from the other side of the channel near Beachy Head, close to Eastbourne in Sussex, done a couple of days before. I just like the juxtaposition of the two sketches and the fact that despite the fifty or so miles of sea in between, the topography is identical.
Another painting done whilst on gallery duty on Thursday. It was from a walk I did last Tuesday in an area north of Settle in god’s own county of Yorkshire. We were returning to Settle along the River Ribble when we had to do a detour as the landowner didnt like the riff-raff on their land and we walked along a country lane to the wall in front of the farm ahead and then through the gap in the wall by the barn on the left and then onwards beside the river again. I liked the way the walls and road curved ahead to reveal the farm and way forward.
I suppose it was the early morning mistiness and recession past the trees which interested me as much as the horses. This was done with three colours cad. red, cad. yellow and ultramarine and mixing a lot of them on the paper.
Temperature inversions on the low lying land behind Southport causes mist to hover in the morning. The fields drop because of the drainage, but the buildings and roads remain at their original height on their foundations – well most of the time – so you see buildings and roadside trees popping up like figures in a mirage surrounded by haziness.