So damn blue.

Mixed media on panel – 25 x 20 cm.

This is a drawing made in response to a poem from Rebecca Sharp called ‘Passerine’ which was made after our last visit to Drumcarrow Craig as we walked and drew and talked and looked and listened. The final line of her poem is – So damn blue .

Looking.

So much for drawing myself this week. Already I am bored looking at my face. It stares back petulantly and I am disinclined to fathom out what is going on. And anyway my new binoculars arrived yesterday. Not fancy top end birders gear but none the less a vast improvement on what I used before. I was so excited I headed out to see what I could find and I can’t tell you how amazing it is to discover a whole new world. Genuinely. I can focus close in to the details of plummage and how it shines in the sun, the irridescence of feathers,the colours, I can’t help but smile at the delight of things that have remained unseen for so long. And I found two new birds for me – a dunnock and a redstart, both common but until now I had no names for them and now I do. Beyond that it is wonderful to look at the world beyond in greater focus too. I want to study a hare now and deer, foxes, indeed anything that moves out there. So get some decent binoculars and it will make you see the world differently. Thats a nice thing right now.

A boat called ‘Dignity’.

Soft, wet blanket of rain pins down the landscape. A man in green wellies schluffs along the road with a bottle of milk, a woman hurries on with a daily paper under her arm. The coverlet starts to lift in the southwest corner, toes of cloud poke out from under, wiggling the rest of the warm dry sky to rise. Drawing the sheds at the far end of the harbour. Iron rails descend the slope to the waters edge, where once boats were built and launched. At the top of the slipway a rowing boat planted with scarlet tulips named ‘Dignity’. A shower of rain returns spotting the paper .