Summer hill
A doodle in wood, up to July 30th.
Prices
range from £0 - £5k.
Mungo
the Water Divider
The drive was terrible after being neglected for so long, and when the forestry came down the drainage was a deluge.
It took me about
a month to ascertain exactly where the outflow changed direction, both up and
down the drive.
I decided to mark
the spot and what with working on fencing, came across various weird and
wonderful branches.
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| Not so much a dragon, more a scorpion. |
It's thirsty work, dividing water.
A cacophony of dogs, August 1st.
DOGS
Dear Marge,
I live in a
fairly remote spot in West Wales, surrounded by open land which used to be
forestry. There are various surrounding tracks, suitable for dog walking.
Unfortunately,
relatively recently someone has turned up in a sparkling clean land rover, with
a mixture of five dogs of which he doesn't have control.
They seem to be
terrorising the few dog walkers that use the area & have bothered my dog on
three occasions.
I don't want to
get aggressive – it is on my doorstep. Having walked two dogs in a city, I am
used to “steeling” myself to what could/may happen with other owners in a park
area.
Slap bang in the
middle of the countryside, I don't feel like letting this idiot dictate to my
timetable, in terms of avoiding him.
He is causing
upset around the area in which I live.
A harsh
discordant mixture of sound.
MULLIGAN'S
BEND
19th
July.
An event which
occurred in the mid 70's.
----well, the
sign is still there. Maybe people think it's s bona fide council sign.
One step closer
to immortality, Jim.
The
Swallow Family.
25th July
On the edge of twilight the swallow family came
and flitted over the forecourt. A short but exuberant display, just before the
midges appeared and the bats came out from under the eves.
They nested in the Wendy house – slightly
annoyed by my comings and goings.
But were considerate enough to leave a single
tidy pile of poo under their nest.
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| Oh dear, cant correct this at present! |
Squirrel Alert,
Although this
course of action doesn't seem to have deterred them, (as a new entrance
appears)
Into White
30th July.
It
all started with the gleaming, sparkling monolith on the moor.
That used to be moor
Then was forestry
and now
Is moor again.
And
a message from an old friend who told me that I had scraped some black paint
off a difficult memory.
Why
not draw in white?
Even
if it is difficult?
This
must be:
The White AlbumThe White Album
Fence
7a
Fence, around late July.
Having a public footpath round the
place contains good and bad points:
It's a great place to meet the
kind of people that enjoy walking – This area of “forestry” is the biggest for
quite a few miles. (Bigger than Canaston Wood)
BUT
I don't enjoy people
suddenly appearing into view whilst enjoying a can of beer on the forecourt.
And there is that cold wind that blows across the open land. (And who knows? I
may keep sheep one day)
Last year, what with cutting down
trees and saplings, I decided to make a wattle fence. Unfortunately, it doesn't
impair vision into the place as much as I would like.
So I decided to “double up” - two
lines of horizontal boughs, held in place, but not secured with fir stakes.
Then filled with various countryside debris.
Should last a few years, mind it
is an on-going project.
The Gate of clubs, a side entrance
enabling me to transport “found objects” more conveniently home.
Tree-ness
2nd July
Perennial plant with self supporting main stem (usu. Developing woody
branches at some distance from the ground)
Erect bush or shrub with single stem.
Erect bush or shrub with single stem.
Genealogical chart like branching tree.
Essence of tree being trunk, everything else being very peripheral.
Not the shelter of the world, or even the roots of our being.
Old drawings from Ravenscourt Park, Shepherds Bush – winter 1976,
before they succumbed to Dutch Elm disease.
I have managed to save four big elms at Shipping Hill along with
numerous saplings – I just let the saplings carry on, weeded round them type of
thing.
Who knows if they will survive?
Maybe until they get too big and become attractive to the parasite.
From a hedgerow – Shipping Hill – same year.
Eulogy. Idea formulated 22nd June.
The demise of a
fir and the start of a mosaic.
Douglas
After they
chopped the forestry down the winds came along & blew down a lot of
peripheral growth.
Amongst this
was one of my favourite trees of all time.
Why didn't I
paint it more?
Well thought of words
(non)
ending for ^ humans.
Scandinavian
Airlines used to give him a calendar every year, illustrated by a guy named
Otto Nielsen. They were very bright and lively and as a teenager I loved 'em. I
kept hold of two of them from the mid sixties, not really knowing what to do
with them.
When I decided that the kitchen needed a mosaic over the sink, I realised that a good way of forcing colour into it would be by way of collage.
Large rough.
Fox gloves, 18th June.
Land, sky & horizon, Tim.
Rock Dog & the shining SouthPaws.
Rock Dog, from early June.
Nick, I started to knock it out as an idea,
capture a moment in time, if you like. As it gained strength, I realised that I
needed a reason in order to actually finish it. (Having many “very, very”
important things to achieve in tandem.
Compositionally and in the initial doodle,
“on the back of a fag packet” - (which I didn't want to change) All the
violinists are left handed, maybe it's the way the necks of the violins go with
the flow of the afternoon sunbeams!
For me – I think I would tend just to lay
it on an off white material background, with a sheet of glass covering it, but
not flattening it. Slightly crinkly edges an' all.
It was a moment in time and seeing as I had
set it up as a “big day” I suppose I was more than ready to pick up any crumbs
that appeared on the tabletop.
footnote.
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