Camp fire. Stanmer Woods.
…and Ashcombe windmill from Juggs road. England. Not good at pandemics, but quite good at place names.
It is so windy
I nearly blow off
the bridge, onto you
You were closed
On my birthday?
Three long hours
I really needed a wee.
Lewes, where hidden places go to hide.
Mare Crisium and Mare Fecunditatis. The moon at sunset (through binoculars) from Firle Beacon (not through bins). Sketched whilst under attack from giant horse flies (too scary to be featured – with, or without bins).
From Brighton Racecourse
The new hit musical performed live at St Nicholas Church, Brighton.
A family field trip to the Chattri memorial. Sketching, sun and social distancing.
The advantage of keeping a consistent palette for years, is that you can remember where the colours are in the dark! Indigo, neutral tint, Payne’s grey, ultramarine, that weird Schmincke cerulean blue from Frankfurt etc. etc. etc.
A sneaky glimpse of the 11th century church at Ovingdean.