I’m excited. I can see weeks of work coming together in what will be a beautiful exhibition, Loving Nature’ .. two days to go until opening on Friday 18th November. Our creative quartet comprises myself, Angela Annesley, Ian Barnfield and George Clement Peer. Our show not only incorporates paintings, woodcut prints, poetry and a gorgeous film of a heron, we are also sharing a live event of improvisational music and dance, spoken poetry and a song of art on 23 November at 19:00. It all takes place in Penzance’s spacious and elegant PZ Gallery, near the Lido, and will be open daily 10-4 until 2 December.
I knew the rain was not far away and that more than anything I wanted to be here. Feet naked to the ground, bare canvas on my knees and oil paints ready at my side. I sat and moved my hand, my brush, as my eyes moved over you. You are the sovereign cherry tree in St Mary’s churchyard, climbed by children (and myself), scampered upon by squirrels, touching and touched by all. I love you. And as I completed the visual record of this precious time with you the first fat raindrops were starting to fall, precursors of the wild and stormy night to come.
I walk into this space and meet myself again. And these trees that I have sat with in the field and on the hillside, connecting with the wind that has drawn their branches into form, through my own breath, as I painted them there and then. And now, in the studio, clothing the feeling of them that lives in my body, with paint.
Autumnal sunlight and a stiff breeze tugging at the willow leaves, soon they will all have flown… My favourite paintbrush and a tube of black watercolour paint help me capture them on paper… They may become part of the twisting Madron Well pathway painting I am working on in the studio.
At the beginning of this new painting I went into nature to look, listen, breathe. And now with pages of drawings and one or two sprigs I revisit the pathway in dancing steps of paint. This one was a twisting path and I am open to some unexpected turns..
Autumn, and umbellifers are bleached as white and black as bones against the rust of decay seen in montbretia and bracken. Aloft, a fistful of seeds awaits the breeze that will both topple and untether, parent and seed, today and tomorrow – gifting future abundance. This oil painting is a work in progress, as patiently and with immense curiosity I investigate the dance of decay in the Cornish hedgerow…
A little figurative exploration that has brought me quiet joy in its making and its formation. It is painted in water soluble oils and I think my recent flower and foliage studies in watercolour have brought a new gentleness to my touch. It very much expresses my love of nature – and paint.
Here he is! A glitch with the blogging app meant I wasn’t able to share at the time what became of the little Cairn terrier portrait. I think I can safely say his strong character shines through!