Fresh paper, fresh paint

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Frustrated by the effort of trying to paint something, I let the paint and brushes guide my work. Quickly the remembered coastline emerges from my collected unconsciousness to take on a form that echoes. Trying not to be concerned with producing something to be hung about or sung about the, art magic happens. It might not be detailed, or recognisable as anything, but it lies in its own honesty as a little bit of fresh.

Summer daze

Garden Sketch #49

The hum of the lawn blurs with the sweet chitterlings of birds – worn out from their chasing, mating, sitting, watching, dashing, singing, struggling lives of springtime as we move into summer. The garden grows wilder by the second, ferning and fronting in  an explosion of green, highlighted by the coming flowers of the high season. In the absence of any more immediate inspiration I take my watercolorist outside and play at capturing my experience of the garden into a small series of humble sketches.