The shed talks to the corner of the house. Beyond the ivy-clad fence, the water sprouts from the neighbour's apple tree remonstrate with a leafy willow. Bush, bin and box also feature in the last of the light. This evening's sketch is of what faced me as the sky faded pink. I was too tired to shift position from where I'd been repairing and modifying my easel. All had turned grey by the time I came in to the house at 10:30. Cadmium red, burnt sienna, black, white and silver. |