caralockhartsmith

stories and illustration

Walking in Small Woods 3

Woodland 2

November 20, 2014 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Walking in Small Woods 2

Woodland 1

 

November 20, 2014 Posted by | Painting, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | 2 Comments

Walking in Small Woods 1

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Sun setting over the Cheviots filters its pink light, stage right,  on to the trees, where the few last leaves are sprinkled like stars. The earth layer is thick with new leaves over old, darker leaves. I am looking at woods as I need to paint woodland for some illustrations, and it is these sort of small woods where I imagine the story taking place.  I ordered a whole designer set of gouache paint yesterday, in a box, now I will have to use them, having been so self-indulgent, and just before Christmas too.  I tried acrylic on paper as an experiment and it felt all wrong, but going back to gouache felt sort of right, and a tad exciting after water-colour. I have been looking at the possibilities of gently tinted watercolour paper – eggshell, oatmeal, duck blue – those kind of colours.  I am getting ready for the New Year.

November 20, 2014 Posted by | Illustration, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Green-Gold and Cobalt: Leaves Against the Sky

Leaves

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November 20, 2014 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | 2 Comments

Autumn Robin

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November 16, 2014 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Late Flowering

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The foliage of this flower, which I pass as I am going out the back gate, is  cadmium red and maroon tined with oxide of chromium green, but the hydrangea flower, which I had originally tagged as a rhododendron, has kept its greeny-white bloom unmarked by rust, and it shines out against the little gold leaves of the background plant. I used to think hydrangeas were commonplace flowers, but think this no more. Today I had a big wasp flying groggily around the studio, quite on its last wings, I lifted it off to the damp outdoors. We cleared out a cupboard and found a tiny daddy-long-legs in an old soup tureen. But these are remnants of insects. There was the sound of feet skittering away in the attic; but they have now ceased, hopefully we won’t have our waterpipes chewed this year. Blackbirds are back in the garden, so when I throw out the apple cores, by the next day they are quite eaten away.

November 16, 2014 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Puddle

apuddle

November 16, 2014 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , | Leave a comment

Evening by River Tweed

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Rained all day, stygian darkness at noon, so when I went out to post my Cinema Paradiso film back, took the camera to catch maybe a faint glimpse of the sunight that had at last broken through the clouds. Was photographing in the near dark, when this walker with two dogs came past. The dogs are hidden in murk. On the right is a tiny speck of water reflected from the sodden fields.

November 15, 2014 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , | 8 Comments

Mist: The Boats

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November 14, 2014 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Mist: Webbed Plant 2

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November 14, 2014 Posted by | Art, Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

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