Tag Archives: Stonehenge

Rock Face

17 Sep

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I did this sketch when Husb and I visited Stonehenge recently. It’s a large single stone some distance outside the main stone circle. It’s called the Heelstone and I was struck by it’s anthropomorphic features – it looked like a strange face from several angles. I wondered if it had been deliberate, whether the original stonemasons had carved these features, but then I found out that farmers in the not-so-distant past used to hire out hammers to tourists to chip off bits of the stones as souvenirs! So it’s probably due to vandalism.

In the background is the A 344, which is only a few yards from the stone and cuts across the ancient processional Avenue. The road’s being removed and the site restored after a government committment to UNESCO in 1986. About time too. Once it’s gone, people will be able to approach the monument as they would have when it was first built.

This is drawn into my A5 clothbound sketchbook, using Faber Castell Pitt drawing pens and Winsor & Newton watercolours.

 

Visit To The Ancestors

5 Sep

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On the road again visiting Stonehenge. We have had a look at it from the road a couple of times but did a proper visit today. It was packed with tourists and boiling hot but I could still feel a sense of awe. It’s difficult drawing something so iconic because it’s been done before so many times but you just have to get on with it.

I used to think that the surface texture on the stones was due to weathering or even done by the people who made them. But it turns out that in years gone by, local farmers used to sell hammers to tourists to hack off bits of the stones as souvenirs.

The Awesome Henge

18 Jun

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Driving back from Brighton at the weekend in the sunshine, we travelled cross-country to avoid the hell of the motorway and to appreciate our glorious countryside. We took the A303 past Stonehenge and stopped to do a drawing and some photos. Husb had been before but it was my first visit and it is truly awesome. I’m not using that word frivolously. I was overcome with awe. How on earth did our ancient ancestors move those huge bluestones from the Preseli Mountains in Pembrokeshire in West Wales to the middle of England?

Here’s a bit of trivia. There’s a small parish in Pembrokeshire called Saint Elvis and the anglicised version of Preseli is Presley.

Drawn into my A5 pink silk recycled sari sketchbook – I’ve nearly finished it – using a Faber Castell Pitt drawing pen, size F in sepia.

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