Wednesday, 21 February 2018


Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.


21 February


I hear the robin singing just after 5.30am this morning.  It’s definitely getting light earlier!

In the studio, I decide to paint a portrait of Millie, for myself.  I have a little time, as I am keeping on top of my gallery work.  I thoroughly enjoy working loosely and boldly.  Without using any preparatory drawing, I begin carving out her form with wide, flat, brush strokes; incorporating the runs, drips and spontaneous marks into the composition. By the end of the day I can see her recognisable shape standing on the easel.  I look forward to adding some detail during the next couple of days.



All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson


http://anartistinthelandscape.blogspot.co.uk/

Saturday, 17 February 2018


Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.


17 February


There is mist over the valley this morning.  It is disappearing by the time that I take a photograph.  I am not up early enough to see it fill up the whole space.  I love it when it does that because it looks like a sea, with the wood becoming an island.

The sun really does feel warmer and brighter today.  During the afternoon, I work in the garden for the first time this year, removing a dead lavender and tidying a border.

When we walk, at around 3.45pm, the colour in the landscape is vivid - as if someone has turned up the saturation. It feels like the first day of Spring.



All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson


http://anartistinthelandscape.blogspot.co.uk/

Friday, 16 February 2018



Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.


16 February


Sustained light today.  The clear sky and sunlight give me more energy.  Towards the end of the afternoon, I put a final burst of strength into my painting and things start to come together.  Breakthroughs often happen at the last minute.  Approaching deadlines can mean a faster pace and less over-thinking, rendering a greater freedom in movement and expression.  I think that there is some similarity with sport in this respect.  Work produced with more verve is more exciting to look at.

I am pleased with the result and happy to leave it there.  I take Millie out for another walk and enjoy the increasingly Spring-like feel of the early evening.


All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson


http://anartistinthelandscape.blogspot.co.uk/

Wednesday, 14 February 2018


Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.


14 February


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Here, eating breakfast,
Are a ram and six ewes.


After providing animal foodstuffs, I walk and then return to the studio to make use of my newly prepared boards.  Millie settles herself under a blanket on the armchair and I switch on the radio and get stuck into my painting.

The bright morning is replaced by a grey and wet afternoon, but we are cosy in our little shelter.  From the window I see the gulls being blown around by the wind and the crows sitting on fence posts and scouring the meadow for food.  When all my concentration has been squeezed out, I wash the brushes and set them in their places for tomorrow.  I am suddenly tired and retire to the house to light the fire as the daylight disappears (and provide canine foodstuffs).



All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson


http://anartistinthelandscape.blogspot.co.uk/

Tuesday, 13 February 2018


Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.


13 February


An icy start to a bright morning, but grey cloud soon dulls the light.  On a route that I have not taken for a couple of weeks, I am shocked to see that a favourite copse has been almost entirely removed.  Just three trees remain standing.

I am sad, not only because it was a a beautiful thing - it looked like an island set it a clay sea - but mainly because it was a habitat.  For the last two years I have regularly watched a group of five roe deer grazing at its edge, morning and evening.  No shelter for them now, nor for the other creatures for whom it provided a home.



All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson


http://anartistinthelandscape.blogspot.co.uk/

Monday, 12 February 2018


Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.


12 February



Frost and sun.  The stream is full of ice as I go to feed the sheep - blue ice, reflecting the deep hue of the sky above.  I leave the Hebrideans chomping happily on their hay and set off walking with Millie.  The air is crisp and the light bright.

Later, en route to the studio, Barry tells me that he has counted 7 crocuses appearing in his garden.  He has sat in his sun house for the first time this year and enjoyed the warmth, sheltered from the breeze.

I measure and saw up boards for painting and then begin once more the multi-layer gesso preparation process.


All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson


http://anartistinthelandscape.blogspot.co.uk/

Friday, 9 February 2018


Abstract Landscape Painter.  Rural Dweller.  Lover of Modernist Art and Design.


9 February


Wet and windy weather hangs over us all day.  Millie is less than enthusiastic about walking.  Today’s efforts are short and swift.  Despite her dog coat, she is feeling the cold and thus employs her best shiver and imploring look.  Then she comes to a complete standstill and gives me that, “if you think I’m going any further, you are very much mistaken”, expression.  As soon as I say the magic words, “Shall we go back now?”, she skips round on the spot and pulls me towards home. Happy dog with biscuit soon follows!

I, however, do have to head out.  Appointments, in one town and then another, take up most of the day.  There is no time to paint.  Later in the afternoon I visit my Mum and sit by her bed as she sleeps.  She opens her eyes just once in the whole time that I am there.  I know that she doesn’t recognise me, but I smile and say “hello”, softly.  Her mouth moves into the beginnings of a smile, and then she falls asleep again.  She looks very peaceful.

A cold rain is still falling as I feed a friend’s sheep.  I go home and light the fire in order to warm up.  Looking out across the fields I can see the edge of the cloud layer and the setting sun visible at last.


All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson


http://anartistinthelandscape.blogspot.co.uk/