I've managed a pretty wild and wonderful autumn this year, though it has left me breathlessly out of kilter on the blog-writing front, I'm afraid. How I wish there was more time for writing, which I love, but sadly in this robotic world there are so many threats to writers and their writing-time. For eample, in New Zealand their libraries archive has intended to put thousands of books' contents onto the internet, but it seems that after world-wide protests they've just realised there's a thing called copyright involved!
We've been blessed with a gorgeous little grand-daughter by the name of Beatrix, and look forward to meeting her on the run-up to Christmas. Her Dad's going to be performing in pantomime at Margate, so it's going to be a bit riotous, Covid-permitting, of course.
This is a watercolour sketch of Gordale Scar in Yorkshire, carried out on a beautiful calm, sunny afternoon in October while sitting in a most uncomfortable position on extremely steep ground high above the valley. The light falling on the limestone really made the rock stand out, particularly against the shadowy parts. It is deliberately overworked so that I have all the details to produce a large studio watercolour, and my awkward position didn't help. This is actually only the right-hand half of the composition and the cartridge paper has been left unpainted where the sunlight is hitting the limestone.
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