Another in a graphic style acrylic painting, though this is not on canvas but on paper and slightly smaller at around 36×52 cm than earlier paintings of this type. The undulating furrows of a newly planted potato crop caught my eye as I cycled around the Moss earlier in the year.
This is another in my series of local views though this one is less stylised than the previous two, but I have pushed the colours again. I posted a plein air version back in July last year and when I found it in my sketchbook to do this version, I was quite pleased with the watercolour I had done out in the fields.
So in some way I have taken a backward step with this painting by not pushing it graphically but I am pleased with the summery vibrancy and the looseness.
In the meantime I have been reworking the first two. I’ll post them soon when all the changes have been made.
I am just completing my local series. I wanted some long format paintings and selected this view which I have painted before. It is the road out of Birkdale, across the low lying moss away from the sandduned coast. In the early morning the light is low and casts long shadows and concocts mysterious shapes in the distance.
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.
New Cut Lane is a road that leaves Southport, where I live, and goes inland across the moss, which is low lying arable land behind the sand dunes of the coast. It was a road I took to go to work in Kirkby, North Liverpool, each morning either in the car or on my bike. Starting the sixteen mile cycle on mornings like this with the sun low on the horizon was a pleasure. Coming back was harder, as you cycled into the prevailing wind across the exposed, flat land. There were other hazards, like facing oncoming cars overtaking at speed across the straight, but undulating road. On one occasion I was faced with two tons of oncoming BMW being driven by the Company doctor – a man purportedly looking after my health. Fortunately he missed.