I live in a very rainy country, but rarely represent the rain in my sketching …. because it’s miserable to stand in the rain and draw! And not very practical – paper gets soggy, colours run or slip around. That can be interesting, but it’s a lot of physical discomfort. So the journey on the little steam train from Caernarfon to Beddgelert the other day was brilliant as I could observe the fabulous mountain landscape immersed in a storm from the comfort of a warm, cosy carriage with tea and biscuits being served along the way.
This drawing was done at the height of the storm, the massive peaks disappeared in a chaos of whites and greys, yet the sun illuminated the vivid green vegetation nearest the train. This sketch is abstract because that’s how the landscape, momentarily, seemed to be. I guess this must be a bit like what the artist Turner saw. But not from a lovely little steam train though.
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