Well, it was an inauspicious morning to go out for a walk – drizzle, and the children just strapped onto the school bus. But good things seem to be happening at the moment, and I’m very glad that I plodded up the muddy hill. A storm was blowing in from the East, and all to the left was a golden light, and to the right, clouds racing and movement in the bare trees. I took several pictures, but these seemed to me the best ones, and their colours seemed to pervade the rest of the day – golden, faded, illuminating the world differently to the normal grey January day-after-day, like the quince and the blossom in the hedge outside a huge Edwardian house which I pass nearly every morning.
I’ve started a watercolour. I’ve been trying for some time to get rid of the ink lines – they’re too harsh for me at present, and too defined. Fine for doodling, but I want to play with colour a bit more – do some work reminiscent of the long bluey-greeny silk banners I made one Summer a long time ago – all swirly colour and dip dyed. I’m pleased with it – at the stage where I’m a bit unsure of touching it for a bit, in case I Spoil It Completely. Which has happened before to pictures half-way through.
All swooshy, muted colours – 1930’s faded wallpaper colours – gold the colour of the sky this morning, blue the colour of the clouds. Let’s see if I can pull this one off, then.
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