This morning I walked round Harrold Country park in the sun. A tiny field mouse was scurrying about on the bank by the lake; it seemed unfazed by the crowds of people peering at it. Later in the day, the afternoon sun fell across the garden on to the birch tree and made its catkins into long drops of golden rain. This is in pastel chalks on light brown paper. I used to use pastels regularly. The trouble is that I left them all muddled up in a pot. The chalks are very dusty and all look the same dull brown on the surface. It's only when I started to use them that I found out what colour they were. |