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The Labyrinth

4 Aug

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Today, Husb and I went to help with the annual maintenance at the labyrinth in Rosehill Quarry, installed back in 1987 by Bob Shaw and Dewi Bowen. It’s based on an ancient Cretan design and is cut into the grass, the incised path filled with crushed cockle shells that are a by-product of the local seafood industry. It’s an important place for Husb and me because this is where we met back in the 1980’s. Britain was in the middle of a recession, there was mass unemployment, especially affecting young people and graduates. Husb and I were both out of work and ended up involved in a job creation programme that paid unemployed people to work part-time on community projects.

Local residents had started a group to reclaim this amazing inner-city wild space and turn it into one of the first urban wildlife refuges in the country. The Cretan labyrinth is a lasting legacy of their vision and foresight and a subsequent generation of residents have been active in keeping Rosehill Quarry maintained and open for all to enjoy.
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Here I am a while back sketching the labyrinth in chalk, charcoal and soft pastels.

 

 

Romantic Rosehill

26 May

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A hot sunny British Bank Holiday. Inconceivable! But here it was so Husb and I went for a stiff walk up to Rosehill Quarry, where I stopped awhile to draw the view over the Cretan Labyrinth, was cut into the turf in 1987 by Bob Shaw and a team of local volunteers. I don’t find it easy to work with landscapes, but I’m practicing hard to develop a style and approach that suits me. I guess my starting point is to define some key shapes and colours within the landscape and scribble them in place. Then I move away from the view and work with different drawing materials and colours, making marks and expressing what I want on the paper. It stops being about the subject and becomes about me. That sounds conceited but I’ve always thought of myself as an Expressionist and that’s what I’m doing, expressing myself.

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I drew onto a sheet of newspaper using charcoal, carbon and Daler Rowney artists’ soft pastels. The Quarry is an amazing place. A lot of the city centre is built with stone quarried from there and in the 1980s it became an inner city environmental project and was converted into a community park and wildlife corridor. Husb and I met while we were both wroking on the project so it’s one of our favourite places. Awwww there’s romantic πŸ˜€ . You can just see the labyrinth in the bottom photo.

Love And The Labyrinth

13 Jan

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It was a bright, sunny, though cold, afternoon and Husb and I strolled up the hill to Rosehill Quarry to walk the labyrinth. It’s based on an ancient Cretan design and is cut into the grass, the incised path filled with crushed cockle shells that are a by-product of the local seafood industry. It’s an important place for Husb and me because this is where we met twenty seven years ago. Back in the 1980’s, Britain was in the middle of a terrible economic recession, there was mass unemployment, especially affecting young people and graduates and there was a Conservative government in power. Sound familiar? Husb and I were both out of work and ended up involved in a job creation programme that paid unemployed people to work part-time on community projects.

Local residents had started a group to reclaim this amazing inner-city wild space and turn it into one of the first urban wildlife refuges in the country. The Cretan labyrinth is a lasting legacy of their vision and foresight. And Husb and I have been together ever since :). This was scribbled quickly – it was so cold – into my small Khadi hand-made paper sketchbook with conte crayon in white, sanguine and black, with highlights and lowlights picked out in oil pastels and compressed charcoal. I had previously prepared the paper with a random wash of dilute Indian ink.

If you’re in the Swansea area, please do visit Rosehill Quarry and walk the labyrinth for yourself. If it isn’t walked regularly, it will simply disappear. Here it is on Google Maps.

 

By the way, this is my 500th post πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ Thank you for reading x

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