Hay Bales at Chywoone

It’s that time of year again, and unlike last year when wet weather rapidly put paid to the prospect of painting the hay bales in the fields, this year we are having a run of fine, sunny weather, so I thought I would get in early with some studies before the bales are taken away or the weather turns.

8th July 2018, 11.00am, plein air, oil on board approx 20 x 15cm

7th July 2018, 9.15pm, plein air, oil on board approx 20 x 15cm


Pond Revisited

Plein air, oil on board, apprx. 20 x 30cm

A slightly ‘deeper’ and more resolved sketch of the pond up on the moorland at Carn Kenidjack.  Hoards of brilliantly coloured dragonflies hunted and chased each other in the breeze, flitting over the water surface in a wild acrobatic dance. The sound of wings rustling and whirring as they collided with each other in mid-flight  broken by the wind and the distant call of a cuckoo.

Moonset, 30th April 2018, 5.50am

Plein air, oil on board apprx. 15  x 20 cm

For a few months in spring and autumn the Moon, just after full, sets over the ocean overlooking the cape a little before the first light of the rising sun touches the landscape.  In the 15 minutes or so after completing this sketch, scattered, ragged-edged clouds came up from the south and caught the light of the sun, the colours running quickly up the spectrum from red to orange to yellow through to creamy white, the light mirrored in the ocean while bathing the shadowed landscape in subtle, warm, shades. A morning to be long remembered.

Waves at dusk, April 18th, 2018, 8.30pm

Plein air, apprx. 20 x 15cm

After a lengthy spell of poor weather, the jet stream has shifted again and we have had some fine ( if windy! ) days once the fog lifts in the afternoons. Rather unusually for this coastline and time of year easterly and southerly gales have generated nice waves at Porth Nanven, the cliffs providing shelter from the high winds. Making my way back after sunset, a beautiful crescent Moon with earthshine, Venus and the setting winter constellations marked my return home accompanied by the first bats to emerge from hibernation, flitting past in near silence as they hunted for insects in the falling darkness.