Following on from my previous post about train journeys, and also returning to basics, I made some efforts this week to get moving again by turning, as always, to my sketchbooks. These are looking back to last year when I travelled all the way to London (4-and-a-half hours on a slow train going and 4 hours on a fast, tilting, train on the way back) just to see one painting by Mark Rothko. Can't say I'm not dedicated to art.
One or the other.
Anyways, on the way back, since I was otherwise bored with the murder and mayhem in my Michael Connolly thriller, I chose to pass the time capturing the passing landscape in the blink of an eye:
#1. Ball-point pen in sketchpad, A6.
Translating these few marks into a small painting:
1#. Acrylics on paper, A4.
#2. Ball-point pen in sketchpad, A6.
2#. Acrylics on paper, A4.
Then, getting bored with Nature, I turn my attention to the young woman who joined us at Crewe:
#3. Ball-point pen in sketchpad, A6.
3#. Acrylics on paper, A4.
At least I found my paint-brush.
Next time I may even have found my colour paints.