Thursday, 1 March 2018

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

1 March

For the first time that I can remember since childhood, there is ice inside the bedroom windows this morning.

On the lane, the wind has blown the snow off the fields and through the blackthorn hedges, forming curved, multi-layered, shelf-like drifts.  They are very sculptural and beautiful.

Unsurprisingly, there are no other footprints in the white swathe ahead of us.  We are well dressed for the conditions, and enjoy the chance to be outside and see the altered landscape.  On our way back, we meet a neighbour driving home slowly in his Land Rover, having been out shopping for supplies.  He is very cheery, and stops to chat, although briefly, as it is too cold to stand still for too long!

In the studio, I decide to make a sketch of the snow in the lane and produce a quick, loose painting of the subject, in order to remind me of this relatively unusual weather event.

When we walk again later, the wind is picking up and the snow is blowing again.

All text & images ©2018 Carol Saunderson