I am back down in France for a couple of weeks. I brought all my quilting kit with me. However I felt like drawing instead. I am still drying out teabags .
We have had the house in the family for 30 years. So I blog and post pictures regularly,
This year I wanted a new way of representing the house. I decided to have a go at doing some line drawings – in the style of blind contours. There are too many rectangles to do it properly. I thought I would set my self the task of one a day….
Day one: Kitchen Window
I love the this window. There is usually some basil in a pot. This year someone has stuck in a piece of dried honesty, it looks fab against the light.
Day two – I decided to draw the window in the main room- there is a great view of the hills through the balcony.
It was very hard to do my feet 😂😂😂
When my Mum was alive she used to make Jam and pickle. This morning when I got up and checked in the fridge There was lots of fruit that needed to be used up – it’s hard to keep on top of it during the hot summers here.
So I made a mixed fruit jam. It wouldn’t get to setting point so I decided to draw the back door as I waited – which is old and hasn’t been replaced by us
It opens up on to a small ally way and isn’t used very often – it’s a storage place for brooms and mops
The symbol of the region where we live is a Cardabelle – a flat circular thistle. Mum was given one as a present years ago. This afternoon it was too hot to go out so I decided it had to been done. I made several to get my hand and eye in and added water colour.
The thistles are very rare. They used to be dried out and nailed to lots of doors in the village but you don’t see them as much because they are protected. They are about 40cm in diameter and very prickly.
Jon and I are staying in the French house with the fab view again. I think I am drawn to taking so many photos because I live in a basement in Edinburgh. Dad has had posh double glazed windows put in that open two ways.
I was amused to find my daughter in the room yesterday taking pictures. I don’t go in for net curtains – but these keep out the bugs and flies so they are allowed …. the changing atmosphere and view is a fascination as you can see below.
I have no desire to paint the images but, can understand why the impressionists painted en plein air – with lots of canvasses to record scenes at different times of day.
In my Edingburgh lower ground and basement flat I can’t see the sun come up easily without getting dressed and walking down the street.This morning I woke up in in the French house , the birds were singing very loudly and there was a dog barking. I decided to get up and record the sunrise. It was like waiting for a boiling kettle …. I hadn’t realised how many changes the sky could go through. I said to myself , “red sky in the morning” ….. And now it is pouring with rain. The sky is still pretty in its pink glow.