I’ve started painting a new canvas…
At the moment I am trying to choose between a couple of names for it and I can’t decide. I’m going to wait until it’s finished, sometimes a painting just names itself.
This work is very Spring themed, as I for one have had more than enough of winter – however, I have been inspired by tiny sightings of buds and little green shoots in the dark earth – and that is what originally inspired this particular piece – that and the odd longing to hang washing outdoors and to dry it with the fragrance of a fresh, cool breeze (or is that just me?? Ten years ago, that would never have been something to get excited about, must be a sign of heading towards 40 heehee!!).
Anyway, I can say at this stage in the proceedings that the painting isn’t even half way there yet ~ I still need to add my clothes line full of billowing laundry, my wee lady hanging it out, and things happening in the garden allotment there…yes, that odd pale blue shape surrounded by those peaty brown shades will eventually be a greenhouse, perhaps with a bench, some tools and other gardening type paraphanalia.
There are plans for sheep beyond the cottage walls, maybe even some hens dotted about – it’s going to be awash with snowdrops and crocus too…
Can you see it in your minds eye?
At the weekend, we had a little pootle over to Buxton.
This is St Ann’s Well, where you will often see the local people filling up bottles with spring water. The water comes from an underground spring and is geothermal – the water pouring out is very warm (which was a bit of a surprise) and a kind local chappie explained that it is heated deep down underground and forced upwards through layers of rock – or at least, something like that. It also tastes very good, my Little Person told me this herself.
If you ever get a chance to visit Buxton, I can highly recommend the beautiful Pavillion Gardens and a couple of smashing little shops – The Pavillion Gift Boutique and Atticus Boo.
The drive home is pretty good too…
Mamtor – love how the land has been bleached by the cold, and that watery grey/blue sky above.
Driving through Winnat’s Pass
Looking back across to Winn Hill and a beautiful sunset that suddenly appeared.
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Right – that’s me done for now, thanks very much for coming by – always lovely to see you here – I’ll be back soon, got something Woolly and Marvellous to share with you.
Sending love, arm~loads of narcissi and cups of sweet, chamomile tea to you