Abstract Landscape Painter. Rural Dweller. Lover of Modernist Art and Design.
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 The mornings are darker, the field colour has become a soft, pale, mauve-brown, and the intense heat has been replaced by a more traditionally temperate climate and steady rainfall.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.
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