I had one of those perfect days recently, where you’ve only been out for the day but feel like you’ve had a holiday.
On the journey home across the Somerset Levels, there was the most amazing sunset. I did my best to capture it in my sketchbook from the back of the car, scenery whizzing by.
What I couldn’t capture were the flocks of egrets majestically and slowly flapping their huge wings across the sky. There were geese, swans, buzzards, sparrow hawks. Even deer. They must have had soggy feet.
The Levels are a haven for wildlife, and are an integral part of the Somerset countryside. They do flood, as they have done for hundreds of years. This flat huge expanse is hemmed in by the Mendip Hills to the north, and the Blackdowns and Quantocks to the south. The mist of early morning and dusk lingers longer here. It’s a place of myth, legend, and times past. It is beautiful.
The next morning, the memory of that place still imbibed me, so in pyjamas (when all the best painting happens), I quickly got down a sketch in gouache and pastel (see above).
I do love this sketch, however it’s rather high key, whereas in reality, it was actual much darker, particularly the land. It’s not often I paint the same painting more than once, but on this occasion I did a quick oil sketch on a piece of board I had that I though would be a good format. It’s different, but I like it.
It’s cooler than I intended, but captures the light more accurately I think.
I don’t think I’m going to work this up into a final piece though. Sometimes I like to make art just to journal my daily life. I never was any good at keeping a diary, but I love keeping a visual reminder so that,although for the most part, and like most people, my life is ordinary – there are these little vistas of the extraordinary.