Thank you to all who came to see Ailsa and me (and all the other artists!) at Staithes Art Festival. As always there was a very good atmosphere, hundreds of artists and thousands of art lovers, mostly sunny, with a few showers only to give us stunning rainbows. The volunteers who organise the festival deserve great praise.
Staithes Festival of Arts and Heritage is next weekend. Over 100 artists and their work, lots of food stalls, light shows and more. I’ll be in Cottage 4a, near the footbridge, on the way to the lifeboat, with the wonderful Ailsa Nicholson and her fabulous glass work. Preview is Friday 8 September, 7pm to 8.30pm. The festival goes on all weekend Saturday 9 & Sunday 10 September. Artists venues are open from 10am til 5.30pm, or later.
This is one of the paintings I’ll be showing, if it dries by next weekend. It was finished weeks ago, but slow drying oil paint dries, as you might expect, rather slowly…
There was a magnificent field of red poppies near Loftus this year. Someone who could see it from their farm told me about it, knowing I would be interested… I love it. I think this is the first time I’ve used red as a pure colour in an oil painting. It will be exhibited at Staithes Art Festival (8 to 10 September 2017).
Still working on reflections, but while waiting for oil paint to dry, I’ve reworked this one.
Hummersea is very close to my home on the North Yorkshire coast. At the foot of Boulby cliffs (amonst the highest cliffs in England), Hummersea is a pebble beach and its walls retain signs of its industrial past. Time and weather have carved its stones, and our propensity for anthropomorphism leads us to perceive faces, appropriately enough, in the rock face.
Faces on the cliffs
Memories of lovers lost
Looking out to sea.
My latest painting is my favourite bridge in Loftus Woods. Quiet waters, but moving still. Light and dark. Reflections… Moving away from large vistas, to darker places. Reflections and reminiscences, clouded by time and memory failure. We are our memories, or rather our memories make us. I’ve always been interested by the processes of memory. A few months ago, an Alzheimer sufferer moved into my house. She forgets many things, but at times remembers many other things which she thought were lost to her. And then she is full of joy, and wants to share her memories, in case she loses them again. As reflections can be partly obscured, sometimes memories are distorted by the flow, upside down, and out of context.
This is a painting of a small bridge. I like bridges. I think we should build more bridges, and fewer walls.
P.S. 6 July 2017. This painting was sold through Coast Gallery, Cloughton.