If you walk further towards Liverpool from the Fisherman’s Path – the subject of my previous blog- you get through the pine forest and meet this rutted track which skirts between scrub and farmland and if you turn right at the end you can get you back to the beach. As I am still building up paintings for my exhibition in April I thought I would play around with watercolour textures using this scene.
Being a sort of obsessive I do paintings over and over again. This is the latest version of this path which connects the north end of Formby with the sea via the pinewoods and skirting one of the many golf courses here. I am beginning to feel a bit satisfied with the outcome. I initially went in with warm red, blue and yellow and mixed the colours all over the paper, spraying and mixing the quite strong colours. Then, when dry I rewet some of the paper with spray and mixed in the foliage, extending the trunks at the same time. I am pleased with the effect of the light even though I have painted over the whole paper. On a previous edition I deliberately left the area of the sun white, yet it doesn’t have the same impact of lightness – see below.
Also the trees on the right now have more vitality and their warmness complements the colder colours on the left. I feel there is a greater sense of mystery in the new painting.
I mentioned in my post of Birkdale beach how, if the marram grass doesn’t establish you get sand that extends into the sky. This is another painting for my upcoming exhibition on local landscapes. I originally did it half imperial, 52×36 cm, but wasn’t happy with it so I cropped it to 25x36cm. I think it says the same thing only more eloquently.
We were driving across the moss behind Formby when the road turned sharp right and I caught a glimpse of the fields ahead. The light on the puddles in the field immediately struck me. I decided to paint it from memory on my return home and here’s the result. Perhaps a few crows might give it some animation.
I was dropping off a painting to a client when I went down this lane- a part of the town I do not venture down usually and I was taken by the sweep in the road and the red brick against the leaves. Once again I used three colours, but in the relatively flat light the greens could have done with some brightness which a warm yellow and blue fail to deliver. So much for dogma. Still I feel I captured the dowdiness of the scene which may have escaped with more punch.
Over the last few days we’ve had some good weather so I’ve been out on my bike. This first one is Formby Golf Club from the rough. I had gone out to do a woodland scene, but a dogwalker was nearby when I wanted to suss out the scene and she might have thought me predatory, so I went on and found this instead.
Another dog walker came by when I was doing this near Hesketh Bank and was concerned that I was doing a drainage course which is officially called the River Douglas and flows into the Ribble Estuary. He offered to pose for me, but it got withdrawn when I demanded he remove his clothes – perhaps another time.
This is from the old railway bridge of the dismantled Cheshire lines which is now a cyclepath between Southport and Maghull. I don’t think I got the mood of the evening. There were more variations in the greens and the low evening light gave some great tonal contrasts which have eluded me here. I was having to work quick as the light was going and I had quite a long ride to get home without any lights. I might have another go at this.
A view of the old Clieves’ Hills into the morning light.
I was browsing through a load of images of my old paintings that I hold digitally and I saw one that caught my eye. It was of a painting long consigned to the bin as there wasn’t much happening and it really needed a subject. Then I thought of another recent post that I hadn’t been overly impressed with and felt I could combine the two and come out with something greater than the sum of the parts. Regulars will recognise the subjects, but the sunrise and the colours do give a more coherent picture. The actual fields depicted are ones which are near a stables so my fiction might not be too far from the truth. Only time will tell.