by Patrick | May 15, 2023 | art, art as language, Lifestyle, photography, Travel, wilderness
In Such is Life I catalogued my adventures in the NHS over the years. That was written two years ago, and deterioration has continued. As a result, so have the operations. Maybe because of the removal of part of my blood circulation I have been becoming increasingly...
by Patrick | Aug 27, 2022 | art, art as language, drawing, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, photography, Travel, wilderness
South Barn It has been a dry hot summer. The Barn is known for having no heating, not being wind proof, sometimes not even waterproof, and today there is one of those miserable damp misty sea fret sort of days. Perched on Seaford Head the rest of the South Downs...
by Patrick | Aug 15, 2022 | art, art as language, Environment, Lifestyle, oil, photography, wilderness
The harvest is gathered, the dry weather making harvesting more predictable than in most English summers. The converse, of course, is that there is little fresh grass for stock, so farmers are already beginning to use their winter feed as they wait, much as those of...
by Patrick | May 21, 2022 | art, art as language, Design, drawing, Environment, Garden, painting, photography, Uncategorized, wilderness
Blue shades through turquoise into green. Much as blue shades an infinite number so too does grass as a simple study of the lawn shows. How do you study grass? I recommend a sunny afternoon, lying down listening to the life in grass, studying the scents and listening...
by Patrick | May 10, 2022 | art, art as language, Environment, Lifestyle, painting, photography, wilderness
“In visual perception a colour is almost never seen as it really is – as it physically is. This fact makes colour the most relative medium in art” “In order to use colour effectively it is necessary to recognise that colour deceives continually” “It should be learned...
by Patrick | Feb 22, 2022 | art, BRotS, Environment, Lifestyle, Op Art, painting, photography, wilderness
Its quieter now. We are I guess, some 400 yards from the beach, and the persistent thunder, a little like traffic noise, has gone. The sun is shining, and the weathermen and women can stop panicking until the next stiff breeze comes along. My admiration for those who...
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