This rather insipid sketch of the island in the Finger Lakes reflects me feeling a little under par from my Covid experience. But I had to restart somehow. It was also the very last unused page of my notebook. I resisted the definition and intensity of ink so that I could see what I could do with watercolour alone. A family of swans glided gracefully around the lake while ducks flapped, splashed and quacked in the reeds next to me. The evening sun bathed the far trees and the blonde island willow glowed in reflected light. When I got home, I was delighted to find that someone wished to buy 'Swan Gold' from my 'River' exhibition. We have raised a tidy sum for the King's Arms Project. It will be sorely needed this winter. |