Redcar beach

 

Clouds the colour of a rugby bruise hang like a nagging worry over a low horizon.

Redcar, on my mind.

 

 

I Must Go Down to South Gare Again . . .

I Must Go Down to South Gare Again . . ..

Old footpath

Busy lives strive to abandon the spirit from places we carry with us. The day-time window beckons the soul, while the fingers tap and the pen push, the mind is wondering lonely fells giving birth to infant streams. The hunger for solitude searches for intimate landscapes becoming intimate places within our hearts. While alone we miss the company of others, in the landscape a journey out becomes a journey in. Office days become wasted years as the trappings of modern life fade the memory of an old footpath walked long ago by a younger man.

Girl who thought of Autumn

The last of the ‘Fours Susans’

Strangers nowadays from people we once were. Our memories are like lonely streams searching for quiet seas.

Girl with summer in her hair

Number three in my set of  ’The Four Susans’ only one more to go.

Girl in the spring dress

I have two more drawings to complete to finish my series ‘The four Susans’ Sumer and Autumn to follow…

Girl in the winter hat

I’ve been busy with my sketch book encouraging my loyal group of dedicated learners to sketch as often as they can. I firmly believe the best way to learn about drawing is to draw. Read as many books, watch as many videos as you wish, the learning is in the participation and I believe I’m speaking from experience. For many years I allowed my interest to waver. It’s only the past six  years I’ve picked the pencil and brush up again.

I’ve also had the benefit of some good friend’s blogs and websites who’ve encouraged me along the way. Barry Coombs. Leslie White, Carol King, Amber, Val ,Patricia and to everyone else who I’ve failed to mention, but who’s taken the time to like or commented.

 

Stay warm

Keith