#LandFebruary 2020.

Above: Clipstone Colliery. Positioned at the side of the route to mother's care home, this view would be familiar to all the family.

Land February was a Twitter art challenge.

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#sketchjanuary 2020

 From #sketchjanuary to #stilldecember, Twitter has an art hashtag for each month. As a personal challenge I am intending to produce several artworks per month through 2020 using those tags.

Just stop.

 

December 2019. I returned to writing / editing “my intended novel” with the best of intentions. The plan was to use the dark nights, not best suited to painting, for writing. At first all was well, but distractions soon set in. Some business, some personal. Whatever. So, I stopped. I just stopped.

Stopped thinking about writing; stopped thinking about painting and galleries; stopped thinking about social engagements that felt now more like appointments; stopped the delusion that social media was of any value in promoting my work. Stopped, and took a little time to think through what it is I want to do, and what the deadline might be. It’s difficult to explain, but considering how much time I spend in my own company, I never think I have a peaceful life. It always seems so cluttered.

So, I have begun clearing the clutter. Gradually I have started to get a clearer perspective on things. I look forward to 2020. I’m hoping there will be less cake and more sunshine.

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if a picture paints a thousand words.

 

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Closure on those "blue remembered hills"?

 Thoresby Park dominated much of the month. Firstly, the photographs I sorted out for them at their request, for an intended exhibition / publication, were enthusiastically received. I also received a request from a “Ploughing Competition” event being held there to use some pictures from my Thoresby blog for a display. I of course agreed.

Secondly, two of my artworks were hung there in this year’s Open Exhibition, although I have to confess the gallery there is not what it once was.

Thirdly, and importantly, I attended their Heritage Day event, which proved to be quite a revelation. I had always thought the estate’s status effectively ended with the death of Lady Rozelle, the last of the Manvers family line, but not so. She had sought out a distant descendant of the Pierrepont's, and it is he who now lives in the large purpose-built mansion I used to observe from the far side of the lake, and which now harbours several artefacts from the Hall.

At the end of the tour I gained permission to walk around the outside of the Woodyard and take some photographs, Permission I was soon in need of when a security van pulled up to ask me what I was doing! It meant a lot to be able to do that one last time. Box ticked. Closure?
 

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Self Portraits.

 “I always take a close look at those who lose themselves in self-portraits. They are solitary souls, prone to introspection” (Young-Ha Kim).

I find myself more and more interested in bright, primary colours. “Unless you try to do something beyond what you have already mastered, you will never grow” (Ralph W Emerson).

“I loathe my own face, and I've done self-portraits because I've had nobody else to do”. (Francis Bacon).

“O would the gift, the gift He’d give us, to see ourselves as others see us.” (Robert Burns, translated from the Scottish).

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Harley Gallery, Worksop.

 

 

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The days go by. 2

 My sketchbook pages are actually visual diaries.

"A chair is a difficult object. A skyscraper is almost easier. That is why Thomas Chippendale is famous". ( Mies van der Rohe).

"Our children will think of bananas as green or something teacher used to demonstrate condoms. Fine. Their children will think tigers and gorillas were mythical creatures like dragons which never truly existed. Not fine". (Ian Gordon Craig).

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Piper at the Gates of Dawn.

"The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow,
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now."
(Byron).

When my Scottish grandmother retired, her fellow nurses bought her “The Complete Works of Byron”. I don’t know if it was Byron’s work she liked or his legend. When I got my hands on it many years later it looked like it had never been opened, and yet its spine still promptly fell apart in my hands. What really got me into Byron was a combination of Byron’s long poem “Manfred” and the Tchaikovsky symphony which it inspired.

Newstead Abbey carries a similar “deception”. Although the property was owned by the Byron family for many years, he only lived there for two, just six months of which were of a permanent nature. But because of that brief residence the place continues to be a favoured tourist attraction in the county. And, as a fellow Gordon, that’s good by me.

 The statue here is often mistaken by visitors to be a devil. No. It is of course Pan, God of the Wild, companion of the nymphs, as well as a brief co-star appearance at the Gates of Dawn, in Wind in the Willows.
 

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The days go by.

 

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Music alphabet.

 

I didn't complete the alphabet. But what on earth was I thinking? Sometimes I reckon art is just a therapy. Something to keep occupied no matter how little the worth.

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Alternative Skegness 1. Plastic Pollution.

 

 Top: First drawing from 2018.

Below: “And Then the Jolly Fisherman Was Not So Jolly”, due to plastic pollution. Oils on canvas, 46cm x 56cm. 

In reality Skegness is a very well maintained resort and, as is apparent from my blog, a place I have much enjoyed on day-trips. No derogatory implications are intended when using the resort's famous mascot as a setting for imagined plastic pollution.

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House and home and a neighbour's opinion.

 

New curtains for bedroom and lounge.
Two new chairs for lounge.
New bed.
New rugs.
Re-arranged paintings through the house.
Clean and tidy.

I think I'm settling back in, reclaiming my house. Lots of things are still in boxes since my attempted house move of a couple of years ago. Lots of things I disposed of have never been replaced. (I have one office chair in the lounge to sit on). At present I paint most days. Finding it difficult, as always, but the recent sale boosted motivation. I must take care not to miss out on Summer this year, being stuck inside here. 

A few days ago, I showed my neighbour my latest painting. She’s an old woman, totally content with her life of “Corrie” (a UK TV soap), brandy, and football, none of which I could begin to hold a conversation about, but we manage. She’s always easily impressed with my paintings, pleased I show them to her, and this particular time was no exception. However, as I was walking away, she said “What are you going to do with it now?”

THAT is what I call a reality check.

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