Lightheaded at the lighthouse

 I braved the heady heights of St Abb's and drew the lighthouse, watching the gulls and cormorants and guillemots nesting on the steep cliffs. But I more worryingly watched a young researcher walk to the edges and cling on while he counted the birds. Didn't look like he had a care in the world, whereas my palms were going sweaty just looking at his precarious positions. Just after I finished the ink one a thick ha (sea mist) came in and obliterated everything  from sight, which was a relief as I was getting almightly annoyed with the wind and trying to hang on to the paper and ink and pens and water and hair flapping in wind and.... but had a lovely day out anyway...

Got a flash of inspiration yesterday, saw a beautiful landscape painting, done in oils and palette knife, so when I got back home, out came my oils, my knives, my photo references, and this is the result of some mad painting done in about 40 minutes. Supposed to be golden grasses and the heather of the Lammermuir Hills, and I admit it looks nothing like heather and colour a bit dubious...., but I braved the white page, the fear, the unknown and went for it. Phew.

Testing the waters

Been trying out a new style of ink drawing. Not at all sure it works, think the big black cloud is too black, but was trying to go for the more graphic look with solid colour and texture. Think I need a few more attempts at this before I get the balance right...