Petrichor.

After weeks of dry sunshine the weather broke this evening with a spectacular thunderstorm and downpour. There’s a lovely cool and fresh feeling outside and I now have a chance to use the word “petrichor”, which is the smell of the ground immediately after a rainstorm. My garden smells of petrichor and it’s lovely.

Sketchbook Archives: 22

Here are a couple of rare landscapes from way back in 2012. I hardly ever portray landscape, I don’t feel much of a connection to be honest, these were done quickly with watercolours during a late summer walk at Mewslade on the Gower Peninsula and I had fun with the shapes and colours, rather thanContinue reading “Sketchbook Archives: 22”

A Crisp Cold Day.

I’ve posted a couple of old sketchbook drawings recently, of drawings I did on cold, dark evenings but here’s one from my Khadi sketchbook that I did in the daytime, It was still crisp and cold though!

Another Crisp Cold Night…

It’s another cold, dark wintry night and I’m cwtched on the settee in the warm, marvelling that a few years ago I wouldn’t be at all phased at going out for a walk with my sketchbook. But you know, I’m embracing my age and happily going through my old Winter sketches instead. Here’s one fromContinue reading “Another Crisp Cold Night…”

A Crisp Cold Night.

Twelve years ago, I was younger and fitter and didn’t think twice about going for a stroll with a sketchbook on a cold, dark Winter evening. Nowadays, to be honest, it’s hard to work up the motivation to drag myself from the settee and repeats of The Masked Singer USA. Looking back at December 2012,Continue reading “A Crisp Cold Night.”

Sketchbook Archives: 21

Back in November 2012, Husb and I were lucky enough to visit the wonderful country of Iceland, the original Land of Ice and Fire. The landscape was unlike anything I’ve ever seen, brutal with beautiful colours. It was freezing cold and drawing was a challenge, not only for my fingers but also my drawing materialsContinue reading “Sketchbook Archives: 21”

Wicked Foreshortening.

Here’s another sketch I did yesterday when Husb and our little relative were throwing axes at Lumberjack. It was good practice for me to sketch the odd positions that I wouldn’t normally see. There’s some wicked foreshortening going on with that axe arm, took me ages but I got it in the end. It’s definitelyContinue reading “Wicked Foreshortening.”

Storm Damage: The Covid Archives 2.

About a week before the first Covid19 Lockdown began in Wales, Husb and I took a walk down to the West Pier at the mouth of the River Tawe – Abertawe in Welsh and also the indigenous name of Swansea. It had recently been wrecked in a ferocious storm so of course, I had toContinue reading “Storm Damage: The Covid Archives 2.”

Eryri: 2.

Waking up to torrential rain and gale force winds on our short break to North Wales, Husb and I decided to ditch the planned walk along mountain paths and opt for a steam train ride from Caernarfon up the mountains to the legendary village of Beddgelert. It was pouring and windy outside but we wereContinue reading “Eryri: 2.”

Eryri: 1.

I took a blog break for a few days while Husb and I visited North Wales / Cymru Gogledd, such a gorgeous part of the country. The weather, however, wasn’t gorgeous, it poured with rain most of the days we were there. The upside is that the atmosphere was amazing, soft and smudgy, almost butContinue reading “Eryri: 1.”