The shorter days allow for easy sunrise encounters. Without having to get up with the Lark (although I suspect Larks have had the good sense to migrate). Outdoor sketching is still very possible observing the fabulous low light and long shadows. Working quickly in charcoal and pastel are favourite, traditionally used as reference for oils worked up in the studio.
It's always a good time to paint.
The Biscuit Factory the premier art gallery in Newcastle have a wonderful display of my Raku Fired Torso's. They have been extremely well recieved by customers prompting continued firings and an interesting exploration of new colour combinations.
A rather interesting commission has been requested. An oil painting of the ancestral farm once the home of 20th century poet Tom Rawling. The attached blue plaque on the farmhouse rather charmingly reads TOM RAWLING Poet Angler Teacher was born here "I belonged to the place". View to include the farmhouse and backdrop of beautiful Ennerdale Water, Western Lake district. It was such a loveley painting to do I did a second version, see the paintings page where it is available to purchace.
I have been invited to show painting and sculpture in two new galleries. The prestigeous Blagdon Gallery in Northumberland and the newly opened Tower House Gallery, Seaton Sluice. An unusual 18th centuary hexagonal stone building once the harbour masters house with a commanding view of the sea.
New Ceramics page on my web site
I have set up a new web page for my ceramic work.
Pieces include a series of ceramic pots inspired by my seascape paintings, some are embellished with a figure on the lid. Each pot is coil built in layers allowing the form to evolve intuitively in a sculptural process, giving each pot a uniqueness which embraces looseness and freedom of form. The glaze colours are applied to represent the constant movement of the sea; the raw pot is like dry sand with a wet edge against the white shallow water, whilst deeper depths are represented by rich green and turquoise hues. The figures on the lids have their own narratives; finding a stillness above the turmoil of the moving sea.