We have been away in North Yorkshire again and could begin to feel the inspiring landscape doings its stuff!! Felt more relaxed and calmer.
Lizzie is on a tennis course this week from 10 til 2 and I have promised to write 1000 words when she is there. I got carried away yesterday and wrote over 1700 although I am not sure what it was all about. Mostly free writing but my thoughts went all over the place and I landed in all sorts of spots.
Last night I started experimenting with textured paste and acrylics - I am quite pleased with some of the outcomes and can begin to see how I might develop this approach.
See below.
Also went for a long walk along the Derwent walk this morning after dropping Lizzie off at Tennis – a poem began to form.
Derwent Walk
She listens to
the ghosts along the line
Sooty lungs
and coughs
that keep
folk awake at night
The wails of
mothers
Whose sons
have been killed
by untethered
wagons
or rotten pit
props.
Graves leave
the sons’ names
but not of
those left behind.
She wonders
if they ever
found a place
to rest.
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