… after a few ‘failures’ and much gnashing of teeth this week (plus getting chased around the studio two days in a row by a large hornet), this one emerged. Again mixed media on paper, but I haven’t come up with a title yet.

… after a few ‘failures’ and much gnashing of teeth this week (plus getting chased around the studio two days in a row by a large hornet), this one emerged. Again mixed media on paper, but I haven’t come up with a title yet.

Two of the artworks I’ve been producing recently for my solo show at the Grapevine, Burnham Market, late June.
This was in between sorting out framing/delivery etc for my solo exhibition at Anteros in Norwich, which has just finished, new work for Thompsons Gallery in Aldeburgh, a new piece for Cley Contemporary in July and also works for several more art fairs coming up at Hampstead and Tunbridge Wells in June for Sheridan Russell.
I think I’m in a roundabout way apologising for not having posted on here for a while, but as you can see, I’ve been pretty busy. I’ll try to catch up with my posts soon as I can!
I don’t actually walk across the marshes themselves; unless you’re extremely familiar with them that could be pretty risky. But the raised grassy banks of the sea defences that traverse the Norfolk saltmarsh coast, provide convenient access and elevated views across the marshes, reedbeds and creeks and out to the dunes and beaches.
They also provide excellent walking opportunities; topped with good paths, they stretch for miles, crisscrossing the marshes between the string of coastal villages and, in places, linking up with official walking routes, such as the Peddars Way and the Norfolk Coastal Path. In summer the sea defences are bordered with a profusion of wildflowers, framing endless views. Even on the wildest winter days, there are usually a few hardy dog walkers or bird watchers about. Nevertheless it is still possible to get a sense of isolation and wilderness.
Last Wednesday, although cold and windy, was bright and sunny and not wanting to waste the rare winter sun, I threw my sketching gear in the car with a simple packed lunch, and headed up through Burnham Market, through the lovely village of Burnham Overy and out to the Staithe and creek.
Large flocks of small dark Brent geese, with their distinctive mutterings, clustered on the winter grazings. Curlews called and the wind brushed the burnished silver reeds into undulating waves. Out on the retreating creeks, redshank and cormorant. In the distance, murmurations of starlings like shadowy twisting veils.