Sadly it was all too soon to leave… but not until we paid deposits for 2019 and booked 2020.
We can see Allan Banks (NT House) from the workroom window and always head up for a walk.And the view is unbeatable. We sit, drink tea and dream we live and make our art there, in long frocks, of course.Inside the house still bears scars of a recent fire. We think they are wonderful textures and colours.
The Artwork. Some designing from images from a C17th cushion the V&A. Watch this space for developments on this.And the desk covered, cluttered, awash with paints, pens, books and brushes.The book is a collection of thoughts, textures, colours and landscape impressions of History, Northumberland and the Scottish Borders.
On the Monday morning I took a walk into the village, with the feeble excuse of needing a few art supplies.And in the village is the perfect Artists shop – Heaton Cooper. A small slice of perfection… from colours to textures to shapes and scarves!And here are my wonderful friends, Carol, Sue, Wendy and Fiona. Thank you all for a wonderful week.
Finally found some time, energy and brain reserves to blog about the week in Grasmere. I’ve had a serious ME crash – a lack of energy, of full body muscle pain and lack of sleep for a few weeks, however I hope I am beginning to slowly recover, albeit very slowly. It’s been a few years since I felt this awful. So bear with me if there are typos (brain fog is another symptom) and if it takes a few days to get all the interesting details to you.Packing for the week away. This year there was no sewing (last year I started the hare work, can you believe it has only been 12 months since I started sewing hares?) I wanted a week of drawing and new ideas.So I took out the sewing machine, and I never touched the Ikea bag with fabrics and thread, so I should have taken that out too!This is our wonderful workroom and the weather was glorious all week.
And this was the view from my bedroom window. How perfect is that? When we arrive we all (5 of us in total) simply relax. You can just feel the shoulders dropping, the breathing slow and the smiles forming.
This tree lives at the bottom / top (depends on your point of view I guess) of our garden. It must have been planted after the railway stopped running (late 1940’s) as it’s right next to the track and the crossing gates. Beautiful colours.
An evening drive near Gefrin (HQ of King Edwin’s Anglo-Saxon Kingdom). Stunning light.
A gem found in the studio, no idea where it came from.
Whilst sorting through sketchbooks I found these sketches from 1999. Made me determined to get back into sketching again. Watch this space…..
The yearly week at Grasmere is… well, when you read this I’ll be there. So in preparation I’ve been painting some sketchbook pages, mostly just with gesso; white and black (and shades of grey). Not much sewing going on just now, so it’s a great time to go back to basics and looks thought the hundreds of inspirational photos I have and get these drawn up into designs.
And there was some (ok, quite a lot) of work into wet papers with inks and charcoal. Mini landscapes to be cut up and see where we go with those…..