drawing in the sun

'a man of words and not of deeds...'
‘a man of words and not of deeds…’ – Indian ink

I should have been weeding not drawing I suppose, but they say the bees like dandelions and it’ll be cold tonight so they need the fuel. The sparrows were not so pleased though – they rushed back onto the birdfeeder when I came in and argued with each other over the seeds.

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Spring

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drawing before adding wash

Life has been rather full lately, with work and Easter and getting things to exhibitions … but this morning was clear and calm¬†with a thin frost quickly thawing, in the hedges nesting birds singing and squabbling. The hawthorn is in leaf, green in the sun and there are two swallows on the telegraph wires, newly returned from Africa or other points south. The lambs are getting bigger. Spring is sprung. Time to stop and breathe the clean air.

Indian ink and wash with wax resist
Indian ink and wash with wax resist

May Morning

After two sticky days of high humidity and torrential evening thunderstorms, the air feels fresher this morning and all that rain seems to have been immediately transformed into green lushness.

 

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The hedgerow shelves are stacked with whites: the miniature bouquets of cow parsley are a greener white than the sweet-scented suds of haw blossom. Looking up, even the belated ash is coming into leaf.

And though the sun has been up for hours, a lamb is fast asleep beside the gate.

 

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