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Wild sketch, 1 of several. .

Phone charging opportunities are too infrequent at present to keep this blog updated en route so I’ll post something on return when I have mains electricity again.

Meanwhile, I’ve been lucky so far with the weather and winds, I had help uphill this afternoon, after a morning of beautiful cycling but arduous steep pushes on slopes up to 25%, rewarded by a long fast cruise into Scourie and a very pleasant campsite this afternoon.

I’ve made a reasonable number of sketches so far, lots more photos, though today I used the camera much more due to the need for making distance.

Here’s a sample from my first camp near the impressive Stac Pollaidh, a wild camp on a beach by the Loch:

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I returned to mid-Wales, a week ago, to visit my mother, join the celebrations of a good friend’s birthday and meet friends not seen for a long time. It was good.

The surf forecast proved reliable too, though with strong winds that made it hard actually to catch the lovely waves that break here more often than people expect. The water was colder than I’d experienced there for years, about the same as the North Sea!

The next day, before going to visit an artist friend, I sketched the south end of the beach :

I’ve caught more of it than I’d thought at first. something to build upon.

Snow Tree

I’ve felt dissatisfied with my art recently, stuck, able to see where I’d like to be but not able to make the moves that actually take me there, or getting bogged down in the details or technicalities and losing the experience that caught me in the first place.

Last week, in a weather imposed break from work – heavy snow led to them shutting down for 3 days – I took a walk through the lovely woods nearby, returning along what remains of the Antonine Wall, trees growing where once were Romans.

A young but twisted birch tree caught my eye, the snow and light giving it a quality of appearance as if drawn. The wind was cold and another blizzard squall beginning. I looked at it, held by the colours and quality of it, took a photo and moved on.

It stayed in my mind, on the way back home.

I thought I’d done enough sketching, a few minutes before, hands cold enough to feel I could use that as an excuse.

Looking back at the photographs, I tried a couple of small sketches. Something was niggling my mind, just before bed, I did another study, pen dipped in ink, scratching the paper, watercolour quickly applied. .. A result I felt happy with, to sleep upon.

Now, this evening, again a little late, before bed, a study of myself in the big mirrors. Drawing pen, quick, then watercolour with a very limited palette. Allowing rather than trying to put into practice what I’d learned from the tree. .

First new step, maybe..

Goodnight.

Wonders, and New Colours

Monday was a contrast to the weekend. After a splendid couple of days in the mountains, camping in a wild place and achieving my objectives of ascending Ben Vorlich and Stuc a Chroin, I had a day at the Royal Scottish Academy in Edinburgh to visit the “Ages of Wonder” exhibition of Scottish art.

I had carried a small box of watercolours, some of the pans I’ve had since I was in my late teens, before the age of home computers, when the only mobile phones were on Star Trek! My plan had been to use them on the mountain but the combination of strong, cold wind and freezing air with the exhilaration and desire for movement meant that I only made a couple of quick pencil sketches from the summit.  It was only on the walk out, later on, that I was struck in the sunset by the glowing quality of the land and, more subtly, sky and attempted to capture something of this with the paints; partially successful.

Relaxing in cafes and in the gallery, I felt the urge to sketch and, later found the superb Greyfriars Art Shop, in Dundas Street, where I found both a type of palette that I’d seen in a demonstration recently and decided to try some new colours from tubes rather than pans, to allow me to use the paint in greater density than is easy with pans.  The same demonstration left me feeling re-inspired to explore watercolours again, for their qualities and also the relative ease of use in the typically awkward situations I end up painting in, even at home; it’s why I do not use oils, despite several people urging me to do so, it’s just not practical in my present situation.

It’s reminded me that I really enjoy sketching, both with pencil and pen, and like what can be achieved with watercolours, even if I have so far largely failed to get the kind of results I would really like.

Here are some of them.  I may write more in due course about the exhibition and my impressions of some of the works, but I have an early start in the morning and need to sleep soon… and there is a heap of dull but necessary paperwork to be sorted…. I hope for a stormy weekend in which to deal with it and leave me feeling I can play more freely… self-created inefficiency for which I alone am responsible.

I hope you like the sketches.

Summer, somewhere…

It’s a funny, inconsistent Summer, which has felt busier than usual, for me; filled with a restless feeling of the need for change and clearing out. In this atmosphere of uncertainty and uneliability, I feel sometimes all I can do is stop and just look at things as they are now, without getting distracted along lines of inquiry; just look and draw or paint.

I’m on the last two pages of another sketchbook, ready to start a new one when I take a trip to the Netherlands in a few days’ time.

Here are some recent sketches:

They are in a mix of ink, watercolour, coloured pencil.  I may work on ideas from some of these in due course.  The struggle, as always, is for me to retain the freshness of the sketch and to avoid over-working a more “finished” piece; work in progress, a lifetime’s worth!

Saturday morning sketching

Yesterday the Wolverhampton Society of Artists had a demonstration and workshop on “urban sketching”, by Ed Isaacs, in the Art Gallery where the WSA exhibition is still on display.

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It was raining steadily outside and the session was well-attended, including by the Mayor and his wife, who show a keen interest in the Society.  I spent about an hour there before moving on to an appointment elsewhere and joined in the general sketching, glad of the presence of so many people happy to be looked at and drawn.

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There was also a press photographer doing the rounds, whose energetic movements and stances caught my eye, so I started to observe and draw the observer…

Outdoor sketching – Pembrokeshire

I’ve had a brief but relaxing trip to a campsite near St David’s in Pembrokeshire (Wales, UK). Three excellent days of reunion with friends, sunshine, warm rock to climb on, some small but clean waves to surf and comfortably cool water to swim in. I did also manage a couple of hours out sketcning, something I’m not doing enough of right now, in the face of other priorities.  Here’s a sketch from a walk down to Porth Clais, where families were catching crabs while people jumped off the jetty at the harbour mouth.

Crabbing at Porth Clais - pencil & watercolour sketch, approx 5x8in

Crabbing at Porth Clais – pencil & watercolour sketch, approx 5x8in

Tomorrow I start again on a portrait painting I began last October, as a demonstration in the Wolverhampton Art Gallery, where the Wolverhampton Society of Artists had its biennial exhibition.