Here is a photo of my French pictures in my brother’s gallery in Askham. The private view was on Saturday 1st December and went very well with mulled wine and mince pies flowing. You can see another couple of pics from the night.
Here is the entrance to the gallery with my pictures along the back wall.
Here is a wider shot of the gallery
A close-up of the French pictures with a comfy armchair.
The exhibition is on all this month in the barn opposite the pub: The Queen’s Head in Askham. My brother’s ceramics are for sale as well, along with some photography and other prints. Giclee prints of my own work are available to order.
The painting I’m working on at the moment is another piece based on a sketch made from that same long holiday spent in France visiting friends that ‘The Lane’ came from. It really is true that it doesn’t matter how long it’s been since creating the initial sketch, and finally taking up my brush to paint. I think it’s because when I draw on the spot, and it works, time takes on a different quality. I am completely in the moment, and it’s almost as if it’s not really me doing the work. I get impatient and excited so that I don’t lose that mix of experiencing something so completely , responding and making the drawing. It all happens very quickly. I always know when it’s working even as I do it. Sketches wait for me to dig them out, and wherever I am I can relive the experience through the work. It is happening with the cornfield and fence that I am working on at the moment. I just have to be careful to know when to stop! Always a problem for me. I did some work on it last Monday with my new turquoise brushes. The end is quite near I think. The next jolly will be to go to the sea again. I’m missing the sea. I’m in conference with my friend, and the Northumbrian coast is beckoning. Though there is a quarry with a pool in a forest near us that is also providing food for thought. I’ll let you know what happens in my next blog.