I love to get outside with a sketchbook but so far this year I've been hopeless at organising my time to do this. Recently though I've made a more concerted effort, packed up my kit (and a collapsable stool!) and strode off . . . Looking quite purposeful - Ha!
And I've noticed there seem to be two aspects to my practice. When I'm working outside the marks are looser, more direct . . . and I do like that sense of the 'immediate'
Fresh air pages
On returning to my Shed I make mini blocks, I add collage, and ink and feel that I play around more . . .
the resulting images (when viewed through the lens of my camera) appear less adventurous than I'd anticipated. I'm not exactly unhappy with what I've done . . . but I'd hoped to produce something 'more'
Perhaps when I identify what I mean by, more, I'll know what to do!
And this is fairly typical of the fabulous countryside I walk through, a path wanders from our garden to the byways beyond.
I am constantly amazed by what I find on my walks.
With this animal pinned to the fence I can of course examine it more closely than usual. Yes, I came armed with a sketchbook and camera, but it does strike me as unnecessarily cruel.
And I'm left pondering the nature of a person with such disregard for these birds - and how well founded their objections are.