Going back to the desert this weekend, for an art camp. But before I do, time to get in some practice from a photo I took last time.
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Little Birdie
My teacher had brought in a book of Australian birds, and the cover bird was so cute that I had to try painting it. It’s a Variegated Fairy Wren, and can be found in many parts of Australia.
Capturing Broken Bay
Much of post-Christmas was spent on the Central Coast, and that meant grabbing a view of Broken Bay. We hadn’t taken the Mount Ettalong Walk in nearly 2 years, so it was good to reacquaint ourselves with the view.
Back home, I took time to paint the scene proper. I quite liked how it turned out.
Another Winter Visit
My last visit to the Abbey was in the depths of August. It started out clear but cold, with the paddock covered by a thin frost.
But the weather is never predictable in the mountains, and the next day was a wet one.
There was certainly a lot of contemplation, knitting…
And painting (I practised my sheep) involved in this visit.
On Paper
I ended up with quite a compilation of Finnish sketches from our three weeks there. I tried hard to capture the landscapes around our cabin at Nallikari, because they were inspiring.
I had also compiled a collection of sketches from England.
But my best painting was one I did when I got home, of that snowy day at Chatsworth.
Saxony – Part 3
Freiberg had a castle (Schloss Freudenstein in German). After falling into disrepair, the city restored it to house its world-class mineral collection, Terra Mineralia, which holds beautiful minerals from around the globe.
I had a go at painting the schloss, although all the windows and slanted roofs drove me a bit mad.
Greece on Paper
Before we had off to pastures new, a view of Greece from my sketchbook. Can you tell where I sketched each of these scenes?
Field Work in the Mountains
I must take my hat off to the geologists. As you’ve noticed by now, the terrain in the Rodophes wasn’t easy.
It’s rocky and steep, and the weather for most of the week was around 10C or colder on the hilltops. The only tracks to be had were ones made by goats, which on a precipice, made for a hair-raising walk.
Since my balance isn’t very good at the best of times, I didn’t really fancy being out all day in such conditions, so for most of the week I watched Hubby and P walk into the hills.
Meanwhile, I watched the scenery and the goats go by. Being in the mountains, the light changes constantly, providing many photo opportunities.
I also did some painting. Having bought a small set of watercolours and a pocket sketchbook in London, they came to good use.
At the end of the day, the satisfied geologists returned with several kilos of rock specimens. I was quite happy with a full page.
Static and Silence 