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It’s all water under the bridge. Two #collages of The River Sheaf, completed very quickly using old paintings of trees no one liked.
The bridge over The Sheaf on the way to B&M Bargains. Three mandarin ducks live here, under the concrete and detritus. I’ve tried to persuade them to go rural, but they won’t listen. Oil washes and glaze on paper, just quick #sketches really.
The Sheaf, dawn. A fairly unsuccessful oil #sketch on paper of the local urban river as it passes through old industrial scrub and new flats.
This is another version I did of an earlier scene. I don’t normally like repeating myself, but I thought I’d remove a large tree stump and add a telegraph pole. That’s the handy thing about art: you can tidy up the world somewhat. Oil wash #sketch on paper. Frosty.
In memorium. Oil #sketch on paper. Another noble giant is felled, and the ground creatures move in.
Fear
A man never seen
In this area before
With matted hair,
Bulging carrier bag,
Tiny dogtrotting
As if performing.
In the gloaming
News travelled fast.
It became necessary
To hunt them down
Purely defensively.
The bags contained
Mixed fruit, black bread.
Morn @IMcMillan
How the great are fallen. Ash dieback in our local woods. Oil #sketch on paper.
And here’s a painting of Brincliffe Edge in a bit of snow. Oil and glaze #sketch on A3 paper.
A very quick #sketch for a painting of Brincliffe in the snow. Oil and charcoal on paper.