Sunday, 23 July 2017

Blue Tee Shirt Club

Blue Tee Shirt Club  Watercolour on Paper 30 x 20 cm
For sale  Price on application 

A beach on Orkney inspired The Blue Tee Shirt Club

Then I went beach combing again, in search of prose and came up with this wonderful poem by Sylvia Chidi

Down To The Beach - Poem by Sylvia Chidi

Down to the beach
Down to the beach
On a sunny day we go

Beach bags packed with sunscreen lotions
Hands rubbing people’s backs in slow motion
Glistening oily bodies radiating with sensation

Down to the beach
Down to the beach
Where a chilly sea breeze blows

Let’s have some fun
In the red-hot sun

Down to the beach
Only there the ladies reveal saucy behinds
Whenever the raging sun is still kind

Down to the beach
As never-ceasing waves play across the shores
People happily play dreading any rainy downpour

Down to the beach
Where young lovers closely nestle
As sand creatures cause the sand to bristle
Seagulls gliding in the air with screams and whistles
Kids picking up shells and building stormy sand castles

Down to the beach
Where mostly good vibes flow
Down to the beach
We go whilst there is still sun without snow

Copyright blessed -

Saturday, 15 July 2017

More fish tales

Ronald Roach

Lucky I am to have another commission from Fallon's Angler, Issue 10. 

This time three illustrations, including a call for an illustration of a Roach, to complete the picture so to speak.

In his article Pysgota camlas by Kevin Parr takes in the sights and sounds and smells of canals in Wales. Yours truly adds a little water colour.

a little water colour

Tuesday, 11 July 2017

Drawing on the Solent from 900 feet

Southampton as she is spoke, next up Beaulieu (spelling?)

Needles approaching fast - oh yes and the lighthouse
I have been lucky to sail on the Solent.
So when dear friend Chris Swinhoe-Standen, a flying instructor at Booker Aviation  - High Wycombe, suggested a jaunt  where would I like to go?
The Solent was a natural choice, to translate that sea and coast from familiar from ground level up to 900 feet up. 
Off we went.
Checks and inspections prior to take  off
No time to think, just draw, it was akin to map making and totally instinctive.
Chichester Harbour and West Whittering

Wednesday, 28 June 2017

New York: 2 Days in June

Very lucky I was to bag a day’s work in NYC.

And discover a different part of the city . . .
Columbus Circle
Named for Christopher Columbus, this busy intersection is where Eighth Avenue, Broadway, and West 59th Street and the southwest corner of Central Park all meet. 
A blur of yellow creates a halo around the statue of Columbus as taxis encircle it.
It is the point from which all official distances from New York City are measured.

After the day's work (exciting and exhausting) I checked out of the eye wateringly pricey hotel and scuttled across to Lexington Avenue for my second night at the reasonably price and friendly Shelburne at 303 Lexington

This hotel is in the shadow of the glittering Chrysler Building, Yummy Deco.

Breakfast in Bloom’s (350 Lexington) an old-school deli serving up traditional Jewish-American comfort eats  - great eggs over easy.

The balance of the day was spent in Bryant Park a favourite place and known as Manhattan's town square.

Tuesday, 27 June 2017

Jurassic Jewels

Treasures on the Beach at Saltwich, Whitby.

Imagine this, your own private beach, and a personal guide, a geologist call Will. 
He has worked all over the world and can unlock the mysteries and excitement of geology. 
Hidden Horizons is the name of his company.! 

Lasting treasure

Will showed us creatures in clear rock pools, red sea anemones waved in the water,  he talked of erratics (glacial rocks that differ from the size and kind native to where we stood).
The mysteries of 180 million years were unpacked and laid out for our inspection! - the geological big picture. The sea, fly-past jet fighters and then silence; until skylarks added their surround-a-sound

Treasure seeks
Our every question was answered and at the end of this two hour personal low-water tour we came away with jurassic jewels - ammonites we will treasure forever and Will's enthusiasm.

Thank you Will, Hidden Horizons are now uncovered.

Simple stones - lasting treasure

Saturday, 24 June 2017

Sand in the sandwiches

Discovered this delightful photograph and was compelled to turn it into a painting.
At the same time thinking of Betjeman's poem.


We used to picnic where the thrift
Grew deep and tufted to the edge;
We saw the yellow foam flakes drift
In trembling sponges on the ledge
Below us, till the wind would lift
Them up the cliff and o’er the hedge.
Sand in the sandwiches, wasps in the tea,
Sun on our bathing dresses heavy with the wet,
Squelch of the bladder-wrack waiting for the sea,
Fleas around the tamarisk, an early cigarette.

From where the coastguard houses stood
One used to see below the hill,
The lichened branches of a wood
In summer silver cool and still;
And there the Shade of Evil could
Stretch out at us from Shilla Mill.
Thick with sloe and blackberry, uneven in the light,
Lonely round the hedge, the heavy meadow was remote,
The oldest part of Cornwall was the wood as black as night,
And the pheasant and the rabbit lay torn open at the throat.

But when a storm was at its height,
And feathery slate was black in rain,
And tamarisks were hung with light
And golden sand was brown again,
Spring tide and blizzard would unite
And sea come flooding up the lane.
Waves full of treasure then were roaring up the beach,
Ropes round our mackintoshes, waders warm and dry,
We waited for the wreckage to come swirling into reach,
Ralph, Vasey, Alistair, Biddy, John and I.

Then roller into roller curled
And thundered down the rocky bay,
And we were in a water world
Of rain and blizzard, sea and spray,
And one against the other hurled
We struggled round to Greenaway.
Blesséd be St Enodoc, blesséd be the wave,
Blesséd be the springy turf, we pray, pray to thee,
Ask for our children all happy days you gave
To Ralph, Vasey, Alistair, Biddy, John and me.

From "Old Lights for New Chancels" (1940) & "Collected Poems"

© The Estate of John Betjeman

Reproduced by kind permission of John Murray (Publishers).