Rain Along The Coastal Path

Rain Along The Coastal Path

I painted this painting and the one on my other blog some time ago. One sold very quickly and my son has the second of them.

They were both painted from one experience of a run along the coastal path on a windy raining day. I can remember the day so well. I ran out to a point on the shore then turned and ran home again. The point is a measured distance from my home so by turning there I knew without checking how far my total run would be.

I can remember when I turned to make the homeward journey how much easier the running became. The wind was now at my back and helping me along. Oh such joy comes to those who venture forth.

That day I passed not a single person on the path. No dog walkers, no fellow runners and not a single person out tackling the long walk of the coastal path.

So I was alone to soak in the unexpected beauty given to me by the wind and the rain.

Today is such a day and the minute I hit the “Post” button on blogger I am off out that back door to once again enjoy what the day will throw at me.

You also have a great day.

This blog is linked to my other.  Grasping The Moment

Gates For Jerry

Gates For Jerry

I have started work on a painting using pencils, but this time pastel pencils. I know that Susan and Ruby have told me often that it is always more difficult to paint the same subject a second time. I also remember Heather doing a second version of a portrait and at the time saying she was finding it more difficult.

I have decided to try and do the apple painting again in a larger format using pastel pencils. I am trying it this time on white pastel board. I hope this might let me make the colours glow a bit more and the hand maybe slightly more sinister. I know it will mean making the background dark by using dark pencils over a large area, I am not sure if this will work.

I will not this time bore you again by showing it in progress and will only show it complete if it works.

So today the artwork is not mine but for me an unknown craftsman. The craftsman, who made these marvellous iron gates. I promised Jerry I would let him see them.

I was running through a large estate. I was aware that there was a castle, or at least a very large house on the estate but not sure where. I ran up a steep hill by the side of the river and there it was.

I was not sure how close it was safe to go without alarm systems giving warning of my presence. I was aware of cameras and the alarms they were all around.

I took this picture with my cell phone. Sorry Jerry I will make an effort next time to get a bit closer. I am sure the detail is marvellous.

On my other blog I was talking about knocking on doors and gates. These gates were very firmly locked. But who knows?

This blog is linked to my other.  Doors and Gates