The winter here in the UK is almost never white, but very grey – lots and lots of various combinations of this colour. As if someone had slid a Saturation bar down (though not all the way to the end) in a Photo-editor. And I love it! Especially by the sea. All you have to do is divide the piece of paper with a horizontal line and paint both halves a different grey, usually a colder one in the sky and a warmer one of the sea (or vice versa on a sunny day but that’s rare 😉). Then the sea has various gradations within its colour. All very subtle, like in a pearl.
It can be an endless exercise of detecting the relationship between the greys above the horizon and below it, darker/lighter, bluer, greener etc. Plus the light changes all the time. Beautiful.
To cut the long story short, all my latest pictures are grey.
Each picture has a location in it’s caption.
New Year’s Day in Boscombe, Bournemouth. That rare day, when the sky is a warm colour.
Isle of Wight from the Highcliffe beach
Lepe Country Park. A6 postcard
Lepe Country Park. A6 postcard
Lepe Country Park. Boxing Day
Lepe Country Park
Lepe Country Park. The Isle of Wight is so close.
This is a Russian poem, but it coveys the mood very well.
И небо и серое море
Уходят в немую безбрежность.
Так в сердце и радость и горе
Сливаются в тихую нежность.
Другим – бушевания бури
И яростный ропот прибоя.
С тобой – бесконечность лазури
И ясные краски покоя.
На отмель идут неизбежно
И гаснут покорные волны.
Так думы с беспечностью нежной
Встречают твой образ безмолвный.
Cornwall’s countryside hasn’t changed in centuries. In few places farm fields still have divisions formed throughout the Iron Age and are preserved to this day. The feeling that you are on earth as it was created never leaves you, when you’re staring into the sea from a coastal path. Also I haven’t seen such beautiful wild flowers anywhere else on the South coast (though I haven’t travelled very much). They are so soft and tender.
Here are some pictures from our second week in West Cornwall.
A6, 12x24cm and 17x24cm albums, watercolours and occasional markers use on paper.
I’m a month behind to publish this post, but it’s better late than never.
We spent two weeks in St Ives, Cornwall, at the beginning of August. My husband grew up there and we go for holidays to this blessed place every year. Those of you, who have been watching Poldark, know how breathtakingly beautiful it is. For some reason, I never knew how to paint it all these years before and used to just enjoy the views and the air and the space as an average tourist. But this year, something opened up and I couldn’t stop painting. 2-3 pictures every day.
Watching the season 3 of Poldark, mentioned above, also filled this place for me with live history and charm and that Drake/Morwenna romance couldn’t get out of my heart.
So here are some pictures from the holidays. Watercolours on paper. I painted small – from A6, 12x24cm and 17x24cm albums.
I was looking for a Thesaurus dictionary the other day and found this old watercolour sketchbook amongst the books. I didn’t think much of these pictures when I painted them, but now, 15 years later (was it really so long ago??) they brought back some sweet memories. Most of them were painted in St Ives, Cornwall (around my husband’s favourite beach, Porthmeor, where he spent all his childhood and youth). This was my first ever summer break there. We’ve been visiting every year since then.
Last couple of pictures were done in Winchester, where we live now.
Porthmeor beach, St Ives
View over the Island and St `Nicholas Chapel, St Ives
Staring to rain. St Ives Harbour
Right side of `Porthmeor beach.
The twilight hour. Porthmeor, St Ives.
The Island, Porthmeor, St Ives
The Island from Man’s Head, ST Ives.
View from my window in 111, Colebrook street, Winchester.
This was back in August 2016, but since this blog is only couple of weeks old, it may just as well be ‘fatten up’ on some past (but not ancient) material.
I started to carry blank postcards with me in my backpack last year, and I love it! You can catch the memento and post a quick hello to a friend anytime. Even my children started to join me in drawing them, when we are on a walk or a day trip. Most of these end up in a pile on our shelf, but some made it to other people’s postboxes and even walls!
Here is a little glimpse of our family holidays in St Ives, Cornwall (where my husband is from).