There isnt much across the moss – drained marshland behind the coastal dunes. Even less when the lowland is blanketed with mist and all you can see is a ghostly tree and a row of staggering poles. This was done with loose washes and then a bit of drybrush in the foreground.
Another one in the series of paintings I’m not happy with since I first did them. In this version I hope I adequately captured the chill mist you get in autumn on the low lying reclaimed marshlands. The switchback road, the tilting poles and the scrubby verge which falls away into a deep ditch, all contribute to a feeling of other worldliness where some bring the ghosts in their heads and give them free rein.
In the late rush for replacement paintings to populate the exhibition, I reworked this image which I posted a few years ago. I tried to better meld the buildings with the landscape and simplify the foreground to enhance the feeling of stillness. Whether I did or not, who’s to say, but it’s up on the wall now and a feeling of calm has descended upon my studio allowing a tidy-up for the second time.
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.
Another from my early morning ramblings. It was around here later that my tyre got punctured and I was faced with a 3 mile walk home when I found out that my repair outfit wasn’t complete and I didn’t have a spare tube. I suppose that’s what can happens on your first outing of the year. I think I’m more organised now – even had the bike serviced.
Another painting from my early morning cycle ride down towards Liverpool. The textural work in the foregrounds makes it a bit more satisfying than my previous painting of the Alt, last week. I might redo that one and include more foreground foliage there. Looking at this as I write I need to add some shadowy ripples to the left hand side of the ditch to give it some texture and link it to the bank. It seems that there’s always something else that needs doing.
The other evening I went out painting and on my way back, as the sun was setting, I took this shot. The light coming in low, lit up the grasses and vegetation. I’ve tried to paint something like this before, but when you’ve got a nose-diving sun, the only way is a photo.
These little lanes cross the fertile reclaimed marshlands, travelling inland. This one is particularly narrow and lorries have slipped off the verges and rolled into the fields before now – probably in the act of following their sat-navs.