Saturday, 2 February 2019

Snow walk - Lower Coleford


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Snow walk
Bright low sun; dark shadows stretch out crisscrossing the fields.  I’ve walked here many times but the snow brings a freshness to the eye.
In snow you walk differently, pushing feet into soft snow, a dulled muffled crunching underneath, dragging up snow to expose fresh grass and earth.  It’s harder work. Today's must be four to five inches deep; deeper where the wind has banked up the snow against hedges in small mounds. 
Shall I follow other foot-printed paths or step out onto pristine ground where no-one has ever been before. I think about the Arctic.

Dark water either side as we slip-slide across the narrow wooden plank bridge into the fields.

Edging round the untouched surface, not wanting to spoil the expanse of white.
 
Small impressions on the surface where snow is dripping from overhanging branches; the tiny footprints of a deer.


Climbing into the wood, we struggle through the undergrowth and crawl under the wire fence. We've been here so many times before. Circling round the still pool, snagging our feet on hidden brambles under the snow, squeezing between fallen trees, it seems more overgrown than before. The surface of the pool looks sludgy grey white, frozen just enough to take the weight of a small bird or animal, whose path is etched across the ice.

Later, lying back on a snow bank, eyes closed, I listen hard; a dripping, the slight rustle of wind, birds calling occasionally, sound of a distant car, a child’s voice floating down from somewhere at the top of the hill, the crunching feet of my companion as he circles impatiently. I can feel the warmth of the sun above me, blue sky and white clouds and yellow catkins, it could almost be Spring. Below me the cold snow begins to penetrate my jacket.

A flash of a snipe we put up as we walk; not a usual visitor here. We watch it circle and disappear.

Walking in snow we draw lines, rough and deep, kicking up small mounds of fresh snow either side of our footprints. Here there have been many here before us; two ways, which way, our own way. Home.

Thursday, 24 January 2019

Tuesday, 15 January 2019

Six small paintings for sale

Special Offer!

I have six small paintings available for sale -  Shetland landscapes 2018  

These are monochrome paintings -  gesso, watercolour and graphite

Each painting is 5"x7" (126x178mm) on Ampersand panels with a depth of 2cm .

Price £195 each plus P&P           Contact  janettekerr2@gmail.com


Shetland 1

Shetland 2

Shetland 3 

Shetland 4  SOLD

Shetland 5

Shetland 6












Thursday, 6 December 2018

Small painting for sale

I'm selling 6 small pictures 
If you're interested you can see the individual paintings in the next post on my Blog 
or 
look under 'Paintings' and then click on 'small paintings for sale'



Friday, 9 November 2018

North



 
Solo Show with Cadogan Contemporary
Dec 3 - 21st 2018
for more information go to the link: 


Showing new work from the Arctic and Shetland

Friday, 7 September 2018

Somerset Open Studios

I will be working in the studio as usual - it will be messy... but it would be lovely to receive visitors and chat. I have lots of new work on the go... from Shetland to the Arctic

Thursday, 30 November 2017

Perambuling in Frome

Last Saturday I joined a group of people in Frome to participate in an RSA Frome: Street Wisdom event...
Given tasks to walk the streets of Frome alone for 10 minutes at a time and think in specific ways  before regrouping to be set our next assignment - again walking alone around Frome, I used the opportunity to travel to locations that I might not usually travel. Not sure that I managed to concentrate on what we were supposed to be doing... we had to have a question - something that we might address whilst walking. Trouble is I have too many questions. And they probably should have banned me from taking a camera!

So here is my journey around the streets of Frome Town  - two hours of wanderings recorded in photographs. You will notice that there aren't any people on the pictures, but sometimes their presence is implied.















































What I focused on was interesting and how I navigated around the streets. I realised that what I had been doing was keeping out of the hustle and bustle of town centre life; moving away from the noise of traffic and the shoppers - keeping to the peripheries and looking for signs of nature and water.. Was this an unconscious decision or conscious? If I'm honest I realized part way round that this was what I was doing.

Well what do you expect from someone who spends a lot of time wandering along voes and windswept coasts of Shetland or in my studio on my own staring at my canvases .... even the high streets of sedate Frome are too much to cope with!

Postscript thoughts:
I spend my time worrying that I'm not working hard enough.... aware of time slipping... that I should be painting... in a more abstract way... something else.. that I can't paint... then that I can...  some days I go into the studio and wonder how I did that - that it looks okay... another day it might all look like rubbish... 

To have a moment to walk around and not have a sketchbook to hand; to just look...
To notice the unnoticed.. to pause... to drift on... walk back and look again... to glance... to glimpse...  it's all out there if we choose to see
Maybe I should do this again.