A portrait in Ink

Here’s a recently completed commission – a portrait of Ellie in ink.

Struggling to write a coherent post. Since closing the polling station on Thursday night, we have been transfixed by the TV broadcasting an incoherent sequence of events and images and points of view. When Titus eventually asked for bed at 3.30 am Friday morning, the sun and the moon were out together and all has been somewhat surreal for us all ever since. 

The Bluebell

A fine and subtle spirit dwells

In every little flower,

Each one its own sweet feeling breathes

With more or less of power.

There is a silent eloquence

In every wild bluebell

That fills my softened heart with bliss

That words could never tell.

Above - the beginning of a poem by Anne Bronte, and below the long awaited Bluebells for my Mother...

Happy Easter

A me & T selfie attempt !

My weekly blog has become a monthly blog - trouble is a month seems to go by as quickly as a week! Sketching on the beach has been cancelled due to a lack of sunshine and so I am indoors busy putting together a program of forthcoming weekends at my easel -  time to get organised!
There are some bluebells on the horizon - a pencil drawing similar to my snowdrops for my Mum. And a first for me, is a duplicate of a picture I've painted before. Funnily enough, as I got out my reference material, I remembered that the original is called Easter Sunday. How appropriate. Not so funny, was finding a picture of poor old Pumpkin looking at the original by the red door. No frolicking lambs around outside yet this Easter, but inside there is frolicking of the canine kind ....

Note Bignose to the left and the result of my blog composition to the right!

The original "Easter Sunday" (sold) being examined by Pumpkin

This is Geordie, painted around the same time & he's still for sale