Bailey has no ill effects from his encounter with me last week. He is just as friendly, sweet and gentle as ever. I have been working at this drawing for a couple of weeks. It's not as perfect as I would like but I'm not so dedicated to perfection as to erase part of his face, the left eye actually, and start that part yet again. I might never get it right! So here it is , as is.The Culprit!
After drawing these leaflets, which I picked out of my garden, I realized why I find it so difficult to draw or paint from real life. I lay these leaves on a black background and tried to draw them. But in the end I had to take a photograph of them and draw them from the photo. I think this is the reason why: if you draw or paint from real life, the light and therefore the shadows and color are constantly changing. I don't seem to be able to hold the image as it was when I first started drawing, in my head. Therefore I have to have a photo or another painting that is stable. As I have said before I have never had any art lessons so I am learning as I go along. I do think I have learned a lot since I have been doing so much more for the blog, though it may not be noticeable to you. I notice it while I am drawing because for some things I don't have to think so hard or experiment as much to achieve a desired effect. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Incidentally, my leg seems to be healing well, but only after hot compresses and a week (not up yet), of antibiotics. I was a little worried yesterday as it was still inflamed but the hot compresses seem to be effective. I will know on Tuesday when I go back to see my doctor.
You went the wrong way Mr. Self! Oh, I know you wanted to see houses falling into the sea but that’s just sensational. For the inspirational, walk the cliffs from Flamborough Lighthouse to Reighton Gap. That means, going north instead of south There isn’t anywhere in the world as spectacular, enthralling or just plain beautiful. I do know what I’m talking about because I lived just a stone’s throw from the lighthouse as a teenager. I tramped those cliffs where narrow footpaths snaked only a foot away from the edge of the cliff and a 300 foot drop to the rocks below. I’ve scrambled up and down to the beaches and explored the numerous and monstrous caves.
My home was the old Flamborough Head Golf Club, no longer there, (not because it fell into the sea, but because there were some who thought it might). My bedroom window was located about 12 feet from the cliff top path to North Landing with a wonderful view of Silex Bay’s rocky shores and punctuated at night by the constant blip of the lighthouse. And when the sea frets rolled in, the old fog horn blared out into the darkness with a determination that was nothing like the wimpy electronic wails of today’s warning sound. We were so used to the roar that we just rolled over and went to sleep again. Our home plot is still there 60 years later and not an inch closer to the ravenous North Sea.
Oh, you really missed something grand when you took the wrong road, and let me tell you, the road you missed made all the difference to me.