As winter draws to its cruel close I came upon this view over the Brede Valley in East Sussex. It was from a dark photo, into the sun, looking over a church cemetery – where some of my maternal family are buried, and on into the valley beyond. I liked the skeletal tree and added another on the right. I lightened the foreground up and created some rough ground instead. Winter coming to an end.
The creation of the branches was a therapeutic exercise, with rain thrashing the window and a spot of Bach on the stereo. It filled a wet morning perfectly.
Another view of the Brede valley. I’m not sure why I find the subject so captivating – perhaps the tiers of vegetation and woodland as they rise in the distance and the way the light catches glimpses of distant pasture.
Another painting from the Brede Valley. It was a couple of days before the first painting I did on 6th Jan. We were going to dinner with some friends and were a bit early, so we stopped at Brede Church as the sun was about to go down behind the hills. As I got to get a decent view I scared the sheep.
Our hosts told us of a good walk from this point so a few days later, on another sunny day, we set off down waterworks lane from where I did the other painting.
Back to daylight working and safer ground. Whilst on the south coast we had a walk along he Brede Valley. It was a sparkling winter’s day and I loved this view into the Brede Valley with the old oak trees standing alongside the road. My great grandparents ran a sanatorium on the hill to the right. It has long been demolished and I now cannot even find the remains in the field.Back up the road on the left, one of my relatives lies in the graveyard, overlooking this scene. Not that it will do him any good, but rather a nice final resting place.