Last hurrah in St Ives
Dear St Ives (part ii)
Thank you for the sunshine and amazing waves on Bamaluz Beach today.
Don’t make us go home. We don’t want to.
Students sketching sculpture
Barbara Hepworth Museum and Sculpture Garden, St Ives.
Dear St Ives
Everyone has gone home now, so you can stop your pervasive-misty-drizzle-mizzle.
My sketchbook is soggier than a wet sock and this dog is the only one having fun.
St Ives lighthouse
Alfred Wallis’s house
The Island 2-4-1
Smeatons Pier
The colour of fear
Porthminster beach, St Ives
St Ives Harbour – pen and ink
Be warned that there is a dark underworld of gull-gangs hanging out in St Ives.
They swig bootleg cider and place bets on whether tourist scalp has more protein than Cornish pasty. Then feed endlessly off both between 12 and 2pm every day.
My advice is NEVER sketch near someone eating a Cornish pasty in St Ives. Not unless you have a bucket and several heavy duty wet-wipes to clear up the mess. I know from experience.
So ferocious they mess with your brain
The intense lightning storms over the UK this week started here in the South West.
I would have loved to sketch them, but it’s hard to mix up a good ivory black when you are cowering behind the sofa!
St Ives Harbour
After all that drama, you might think those vivid colours were a result of adrenaline rush, but the light here is truly something else. Even a grim misty morning blazes with an eerie quality.
“The Island” from Barnoon cemetery
It’s not surprising that this landscape inspired an art movement.
I took a trip to Barnoon cemetery to find fisherman and self taught painter Alfred Wallis.
His grave is beautifully tiled by Bernard Leach. I was moved by this tribute to a man whose honest paintings, with their wacky perspective, inspired the early St Ives artists.
Pencil in the mizzle
The morning after the storms
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