full-on colour
autumn afternoon walks mean that I often catch marvellously coloured skies
colours are warmer, glowier
burning brighter
inspiring new paintings
plants show up surprisingly against a still green backcloth
the dahlias are still volcanic in Paul’s garden
joining the golden late sunshine
keeping our mental toes warm
I hope there’s not a frost tonight or it will all be over
I have had them indoors
and been painting them
against the window light. the rosehips and the turquoise ocean bowl by my friend Jan Lewin Cadogan act as counterpoint
although the pots in this composition also engage me
it’s the flowers that are centre stage. getting the acrylic paint to create the burn, the red light.
the pink undercoat helps to make that glow.
I just picked some more – another painting to do ….
and so ….. another small canvas 12 x 12 inches (30 cm)
now I feel a bit addicted to painting dahlias …..
Said, on November 5th, 2017 at 11:20 am :
I just love watching how those everyday photographs, stage by stage, become such subtle and beautiful paintings. Together they all make up such a lovely record of landscape and flora (both wild and tame) through the seasons.
With thanks
Said, on November 5th, 2017 at 2:18 pm :
lovely insightful comment, thank you so much Margaret
Said, on November 6th, 2017 at 3:48 am :
Couldn’t be better for me – I only mentioned your pleasing colours last week. I love your word play too – glowier- sums it up beautifully!
Said, on November 6th, 2017 at 5:42 am :
thanks Biddy, thank you for reading it, and nice comment. I think colour very important to me, and not always the natural colours either
Said, on November 7th, 2017 at 2:52 am :
It is so interesting to see the build up of the painting, the colours intensifying as you layer them and how such a beautiful painting is created. Lovely!
Said, on November 7th, 2017 at 12:26 pm :
thank you Jan! I think making ceramics has changed how I look at colour and texture
Said, on November 8th, 2017 at 12:35 pm :
Dark and deep the autumn countryside in the changing season,
Last vestiges of summer holding on,
But nothing can stop the march of the year progressing,
All so fast seasons flashing by beyond reason.