Another view of the lane that cuts across the moss behind where I live heading inland. Many a car has finished up in this ditch due to driver inattention. I love the misty light in the mornings here, probably caused by temperature inversion on this low lying land. The road seems to roll out to infinity in the blinding light.
Assembling the paintings for my landscape exhibition, which starts next week, I was including the painting below. It was an old painting I quite liked, but I wondered about the flat area in the middle and whether the images needed linking better. So I painted in a wind sculpted tree which spread across the centre touching the different areas.
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From one of the sketches in my previous post I developed this image of the low lying land behind the town where I live. I wanted to capture the spirit of the place with its expanse of lonely flatness and some of the flora which breaks back into this reclaimed land. I opted for a little more colour in the background washes in this piece and wonder whether I have overdone it a bit, but I need to move on as exhibitions loom and other paintings need to get painted. So I’ll leave this alone for a while and see what I feel about it in a week or two.
This is a subject I’ve done before but I was playing around with watercolour textures and wanted an image to practise on.
Another sketch, but this time in acrylics. I am needing to get some more landscape paintings of the area and wanted a slightly less traditional approach, but encompassing the feelings of the area. I am having a go at a bigger version of this as I write, so it will be appearing here shortly, for better or for worse.
I don’t know what fascinates me about these cottages, just off the road at the foot of Clieve’s Hills as you approach Ormskirk having travelled across the moss, inland from Southport. I did them as a watercolour (shown on this blog on September 24th) and have previously painted them plein air by the roadside, although the best view point is in the middle of the road, which isn’t much good.
Perhaps the middle bale needs a bit of tidying up as I look at is as I write.
The old tracks and roads which crisscross the Moss behind Southport where I live start to heave and bend as the land around dries out. The poles which adorn the roadside then tip like dancing men. Here is a typical path which disappears out of sight done in pastel.