View from Bossington Hill

I’m still in the painting and creativity doldrums so today I forced myself to sit down and take two hours to paint a picture. Not necessarily for sale but just to start the juices flowing again. Well I’m not there yet but at least it’s a start in 2020.
Last week I decided to cross over from Devon into Somerset and first visit Porlock (by the way Mrs Jackson’s Victorian Tearooms homemade crumpets are to die for) and then to complete a circular walk around Bossington Hill. This is a wonderful winter’s scene I saw in full sunlight. Al

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Barricane Beach.

On the back of one of my recent watercolour paintings I’ve found half of this old watercolour sketch of Barricane Beach. I’ve reused the paper after cutting this original image in half. This is a photoshop repair of a failed attempt!

Barricane is a picturesque cove tucked in between the rocks, famous for cowries and other exotic shells sought out by children and adults alike. For many years this secluded beach was a locals secret hidaway but recently the word has got out. In the summer there is a food hut that sells curries and tea in china mugs. Sadly a few visitors and locals alike bestow the beach in rubbish, bottles and discarded BBQs. It was our Secret Heaven!

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KOH SAMET

Deep green and distant islands
I have been off Ban Pae Pier.
Where the salt white sands are bleached,
And the water’s crystal clear.
Sweeping shadows of the palm trees,
Open fingers brush the shore.
Band of grey approaching thunder,
Monsoon rain a little more.

Without care for tortured world
We bronzed our thoughts away.
Cosmopolitan games of volleyball,
Oriental Eden made for play.
Beachside huts now mute and toppled,
No more bucks from Uncle Sam.
My friends have now gone elsewhere,
Have they gone to Vietnam?

Korean families with their beach craft,
Who’ve discovered Diamond Sands.
While away their humid moments,
Where a noisy jet ski lands.
My uncovered secret heaven
Was impossible to hide.
Speeding years and aging faces,
From those memories we cried.

Why couldn’t it last forever?
Tearful dreams of carefree days.
Fleeting moments of impermanence,
They’re our lives the Buddha says.
So now it’s time to move along,
Relieved so one pretends.
Now I’ll sit alone and drink awhile,
To the ghosts of dancing friends.

A39 to Wilsham.

AFTER FINAL ADJUSTMENTS

An acrylic on gesso panel 37 x 37″. After spending a rather enjoyable day on Exmoor looking for herds of deer we made our way back home via Countisbury Hill. From a curve on the A39 road I saw this striking Autumnal sky, muted colours and dark shaddows. I took this picture on my iPhone and here it is in paint. Al

For sale here at a Black Friday price due to it’s size at https://www.albrownartist.com/post/a39-to-wilsham

Oyster Falls.

A day off and it’s raining like a monsoon so I decided to do an acrylic sketch of Oyster Falls at Croyde in North Devon, 650 x 450mm. I find it quite difficult to keep my brushstrokes honest and succinct so by using this type of sketch work I attempt to escape my more illustrative style.
I like placing vapour trails in some of my skies, it’s a sort of reminder of my past travels and adventures. Al

My children on Woolacombe Sands.

Painted as a watercolour sketch on Woolacombe Beach many years ago! Our twins are soon to be 16 years old, where has all that time gone? If you can remember the BBC series The Likely Lads….
Oh, what happened to you?
Whatever happened to me?
What became of the people we used to be?
Tomorrow’s almost over
Today went by so fast
The only thing to look forward to is the past? ðŸ˜Ž

Not completely true to us but we’ll see! Al

Mary Tavy.

This was painted in 2003 returning from a trip to Plymouth. Watercolour on Bockingford.

A favourite scene of mine on the way back from Plymouth. After passing through Tavistock and Mary Tavy you come across an old tin mine down on your right called Wheal Betsy. I’ve never stopped until last night when my son and I stopped, parked the car and walked down to take some pictures, much to my wife and daughter’s disgust. Below are the results, perhaps some future paintings! Al

Mary Tavy in 2019.