I did a little bit of drawing and watercolour today, based on memory of the rushes on the mountain in the wind, being flexible to their conditions.
Such a day that this has been – unfocussed, muddled, long. I trust that somewhere in the mess something good is hidden.
It started well, and there is a haiku in these photos, or rather in what I saw when I took them first thing this morning. I just need a bit of time to find it – or if you see it, please share…
Ash, evening light and oak, morning light.
works in progress on the bench – carrying on with watercolours, for my collaborative work with Suzie Ross – text transcribed from the small joys that I collected a few weeks ago from friends
a very lovely and simple one: “collecting blackberries this morning from a bridleway where I spotted a ripe patch yesterday”
the colour I used matched the blackberries, but that was by chance as I had already painted the paper before I read it
this time I’m putting the first marks down and Suzie will add to them – mindful that I need to leave enough space for a conversation!