Torrential rain, soaking paper. Sketch from a cave at Elie.
Waves at the harbour, watercolour sketch – 42 x 12 cm on paper.
Another day of lashing wind and rain, there seems to be little end to this dark weather. I read an article in Turps Banana magazine (dedicated to painters) that brought a smile to my face and something I recognised. In an interview with Duncan Newton the artist articulates his thoughts on what painting is and says -“The best analogy I’ve thought of is that paintings are like picnics ! The blanket always has bumps in, things are wedged into the grass, and spilt, the grit gets into the egg mayonnaise, and we all get a bit drunk, and go home in a bad mood.” Sounds about right.
A walk in the woods on New Years day.