Month: May 2020

A dusty, skiddy child worn track dives, headlong into the rolling folds of green. They darken with the shadow of a crow, sending a skylark up, up, its song getting thinner, sweeter, higher. I watch how the land pitches, forever caught in mid-fall.

 

 

Oil on panel -25 x 20 cm.

 

Oil on panel -25 x 20 cm.

 

Stepping out into the light from the wood, stepping over the line, into the field. The wood, the field. The field, the wood – each have there own temporal planes, their own time zones. The field shrieks its haste, it knows its future is short, a season is all. The wood shrugs, knowing its own history, the stories, an unbroken line stretching away.  Its cycle is time-less. Crossing these planes of time is jolting, exhilirating. There has been no rain for weeks. I come back with dust from the field and mud from the wood on my boots.

 

Oil sketch of the path to the woods.

 

Charcoal on panel  25 x 20 cm

 

Charcoal on panel – 20 x 25 cm.

 

 

Charcoal on panel 25 x 20 cm.

 

Oil on panel – 25 x 20 cm.