It’s August Bank Holiday and of course, the weather was pretty miserable, overcast and drizzly, but reasonably warm. Husb and I were at a loose end and I’ve always wanted to walk up to the mythological lake Llyn y Fan Fach in the Bannau Brycheiniog. The lake is the site of one of Wales’ most popular legends, read more about it here. So we packed a picnic lunch and took off. The drive was a bit of a hassle, lots of tiny winding roads. We parked up and walked up the steep but well-made road, about an hour and strenuous. It was worth it though.
I worked with soft pastels (Daler-Rowney and Rembrandt) onto Somerset cotton-rag paper that I’d prepared with a couple of layers of acrylic gesso and my home-made walnut husk ink, brushed and dribbled at random. I didn’t want to do something representational, I wanted to let the amazing atmosphere of the place sweep over me and direct what marks I put onto the paper. The landscape is huge and full of strange vast shapes.
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