Rip It Up and Start Again, I said......

Waiting for good weather is not an option, nor is choosing a time and sticking to it. So I grabbed an unexpected moment when I had the sketchpad, but not enough clothing. It was a balmy 6 degrees with a bit of drizzle and wind chill, ensuring I couldn’t labour over it as 35 minutes was more than enough to freeze the end of my fingers and some of that time was spent chasing my paint pot about in the wind. This was my mum’s old sketchbook and she’d already put a dull green wash over it. I think that means I can call it a collaboration although she’d be horrified at the perspective of the wee church - can we just say I abstracted the shapes? No?

The dog was sulking at home with Spook but that just saved me having to put up with him sulking in a graveyard, though photographic evidence of the sulk was sent to me…..

Next to the door and my boots - as if there was anything he could do about it.

Before ripping it up, I wondered if I could liven it up a bit.

All that happened was that it got sunnier and splattier. When all else fails, I splatter. And when that fails, I rip.

Before that I’d tried going a bit more blue and lavendar. 35 minute sketch and hours of labouring!!

As further collaboration, I added some music from my mum’s first piano book. I forgot to note the tune. It’ll likely be a reel or a strathspey.

Now I’m not sure if I like it as a whole, but am loathe to rip it up and start again….

Moy Bridge Graveyard was starting to look particularly dull, so I brightened it up a little.