A treat today to be walking in the last light and west winds at the shore near St Ismael, the tide right in and the sea near a teal or duck egg blue, strangely full of light under the mist and soft drizzle blowing in. Estuary birds flying up from the sea edge as we […]
I’ve been working, in series with my books and drawings of the mountain, on these paintings of the evening drawing in, darkness falling.
Mynydd Llangyndeyrn was misted low into cloud with Westerly sideways-driving rain yesterday evening. No sunset, no once-in-a-lifetime astronomy event, no birds or animals to be seen or heard, only the chance to feel the air, to become cold and wet, to listen to the rain, and to watch the evening greying down to dimness and […]
A fragment of another book of the dark (video), made on Mynydd Llangyndeyrn. There is something that I like very much about this one, it may be that what I like about it is that it is so deeply imperfect, to the point of awkward. A bitter-sharp wind. My hands clumsy, numb fingers sticking out […]
what is a book of the dark?having no idea how to answer this, I have made oneit is a test or a drafta starting point for myselfsomething to work from
sian barlow 