Sunday, 21 October 2018

Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.

21 October

The early morning sun, diffused through the thick mist, makes the trees outside the window look like an image from a sepia photograph.  The thin, mostly empty, branches weave together in an abstract, basket-like structure.

The leaves of the adjacent ash have faded to a pale yellow and I find their narrow, drying blades scattered over the vehicles beneath and gathering in a line below the window-wipers of the van.

In this period of Indian Summer, the winter wheat and spelt have germinated, filling the vast, undulating fields with neat, verdant lines.

We make the most of the warm afternoons, walking the dry footpaths which, as soon as the Autumn rains come, will be inaccessible until next Spring.

All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson

Monday, 1 October 2018

Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.

1 October

The air is keen and the sky pellucid.  A hemisphere of morning moon hangs high up against the intense blue backdrop, whilst directly below it, a crow, flying into the wind, appears stock-still – the white and the black.

On the fields, more crows - noisy flocks on the newly drilled earth.  The soil is so neat now that the roll has been over it, that it looks like the raked gravel of a zen garden.

I pause by the wood to listen and to look.  I feel the warmth of the sun on my shoulders and, as I stand, I hear the treetops beginning to move.  The sound grows louder as the gust of wind moves from the far side of the wood to the near.  As it passes over us it releases a shower of tea-coloured leaves, twisting and floating their way down to the grass below.

Autumn is truly in residence now.  The blackberries have gone from the hedgerows and morning frosts are just beginning.  The light is turning golden and the days are starting to close early.

All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson

Tuesday, 11 September 2018

Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.

11 September

I’m currently working on a wide, narrow, panoramic landscape painting.  Today, therefore, I am particularly focussed on the shapes of distant trees and the surface of the land.

The morning is warmer than I had anticipated and, by the time that we get near to the Hall, I am beginning to feel very over-dressed.  The small windproof jacket, that I have put on over a t-shirt, is making me steam as the sun shines on my back.  I feel as is my torso is cooking en papillote!

Millie, meanwhile, is rootling in the hedgerow, fascinated by the many scuttling noises therein.  I coax her along the bridle path and pause beneath an oak tree.  That invisible force, the wind, is making its presence known by slowly rocking the heavy boughs back and forth.  The roar of the power passing through the leaves is like the sound of heavy rain or the churning of the sea.  Two black rooks fly above me, repeatedly heading into the rush of air and then pausing, like tethered kites, until they tilt..... and allow themselves to be blown backwards to start again.

I turn to my left and watch the light pass over the compact shapes of distant woods, large solitary trees and undulating hedgerows.  The colours and tones change from moment to moment, as bars of shadow run down the stubble fields and ploughed work.  The hues intensify and dim from second to second - lights on, lights off, lights on, lights off.

All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson

Thursday, 6 September 2018

Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.

6 September

The kestrel is back in the meadow today.  I haven’t seen her for months.  Looking out of the studio window I spy her balancing on the top wire of the stock fencing.  Nearby some crows sit on the posts and the gate.  After a while they decide that she is not welcome, and mob her until she leaves her precarious perch and flies off to the shelter of some nearby trees.

All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson

Tuesday, 4 September 2018

Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.

4 September

Unexpected bird sighting this morning………………

All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson

Monday, 3 September 2018

Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.

3 September

Peering out of the window at 3.20am, I see thick fog blanketing the village.  By 6am it has thinned and continues to lift, to give a warm, bright and still morning.

Vans from the electricity company are gathering at the end of the lane, as they prepare to begin work on replacing the line of posts and wires that travel across two large fields.  The new ones have been laid out beside the old, looking like giant matchsticks on the earth.

Walking along the southern edge of the wood, I spot two hares running on the stubble field opposite.  They are so busy chasing and leaping, that it is a while before they are aware of us, enabling Millie and I to stand transfixed and watch the show.

There are still quite a few white butterflies around – both on the field margins and in the meadow.  The hot summer has apparently been good for their numbers.  Another creature that may have been enjoying the warmer weather, is the grass snake.  I have found two whilst out walking, and two neighbours in the village have each said that they have found the same number in their respective gardens over recent weeks.

All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson

Friday, 31 August 2018

Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.

31 August

The mist on the windows this morning denotes two things - that the overnight temperatures are dropping and that we don’t have double glazing!

Summer is surreptitiously transitioning into Autumn.  The mornings are darker, the field colour has become a soft, pale, mauve-brown, and the intense heat has been replaced by a more traditionally temperate climate and steady rainfall.

Today, however, Summer seems to be preparing for its last weekend.  The sun is warm on the shoulders and the sky a cloudless blue as we walk.  In a nearby field, the clay is being broken down by a large tractor which is pulling a disc harrow.  Gulls are flying in, attracted by the turning soil, and swallows are diving and low-flying along the lane.  No doubt they will soon begin their exodus.  I shall be sad to see them go.

The oak trees, I notice, are beginning to produce acorns and the hedgerows are decorated with blackberries (not quite ready yet) and jewel-like sloes - each tiny ovoid a glossy aubergine colour, overlaid with a dusting of mid-blue bloom.

The sheep have been moved closer to the farmhouse.  I saw them being walked back on Wednesday; a long line of woolly ovals, trotting along the track, followed by one of the farm staff driving a small vehicle similar to an Italian Ape, and tooting the horn.  The sheep, of course, kept stopping to grab mouthfuls of green en route, as is their wont!

I have been busy preparing for an exhibition requiring 25 paintings, and have just finished a commission.  The show opens tomorrow.  In the studio today, I reorganise the space and begin to get back to the routine of regular painting, in preparation for the next event.

All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson