While Nature brings us new flowers everyday, work in the studio also marches on. I did finish that commission of Filey, and she loves it! She told me she put this painting in her bedroom, so that everyday the first thing she sees is blue sky…
I have also been painting some of the flowers in my garden, a mini series of iris persica in different media, including a first attempt at silverpoint. And carrying on with gouache on larger wood panels, February and March flowers. I am hoping that lockdown will be lifted as planned, then some of these paintings will be exhibited in the Bath House, RHS Harlow Carr (Harrogate) from 12 April to 13 May.
And so March comes around again… I’ve been busy painting a commission, and watching out for those shoots of hope emerging in the garden. This year, the first flower to unfurl after the snow, when even the snow drops kept their petals closed, was this little iris persica. I just couldn’t resist drawing it. In these strange times, it is good to look at Nature, and accept each of her marvels as a gift to treasure.
There doesn’t seem to be any reliable map-making equipment in my brain, so I get lost very easily. Therefore I cannot tell you exactly where this is. Somewhere near Commondale, in North Yorkshire… I found these stripey fields striking and arresting, and so I stopped and looked and sketched. And then I painted. And now it’s done, and already reserved. Now sold!
P.S. I saw a friend’s photograph of the snowy fields near his home. It looks very different under a mantle of snow, but I recognised the buildings. Yes, this is in Commondale, just above the village.
A good start of the year for me. So much to be grateful for… A painting delivered, another one sold, another in the thinking stage, another in incubation. Tax returns done. Snow! (Just for one day). Hearing from my uncle that a French writer I know is recovering, after two weeks in an induced coma with a ventilator. (Yes, that was the best news. 🙂) Anyway. All that as well as shelter, food, friendship and love. I am a lucky girl. I know it is impossible to escape bad news, but I hope you will all have some good news on everyday of the year.
And even if nothing is perfect, we can, in our own way, make the world a bit brighter.
Thank you for your support and encouragement throughout 2020. It really means a lot to me. Maybe this is the first time you look at my website (in which case, hello! I hope you like my work). Or maybe you look in from time to time (and if you have bought my artwork, thank you!). It has been a tough year for everyone, and for creatives too.
Next year… Staithes Art Festival in September 2021 has already been cancelled, so I just don’t know if there will be any art fairs, but some galleries are still open (when they are allowed to be). We need to be aware and prudent, yet we need to support each other. We do live in interesting times… Careful now.
I hope that wherever you are, you had a merry little Christmas, and that as the year draws to a close, you find peace, joy in small things, and trees.
I love going down that steep Lythe Bank over Sandsend, and catching that first sight of Whitby. After all these years, it still gives me a thrill. I painted that view a few years ago, and couldn’t resist painting it again, from higher up. I finished it at the end of October, and I’ve since been busy with a commission of Glaisdale.
I’ve been busy in November, working on a moorscape commission. Nearly done, but still some details to fiddle with… I won’t display it until it is finished and has been shown to my patrons. Maybe another week?…