I follow many blogs. A favourite is posted by a bloke called Jason who translates Spanish poetry and paints. One thing I have copied is his use of the long vertical format for his images. He achieves intense colours and a rich light that I find I cannot emulate.
Last week in the Yorkshire Dales, I found a simple subject: the snow had built in the lee of the dry stone walls on the distant fell across the valley. Mist cloaked the heights. In the foreground, islands of richly coloured coarse grass stood out against the snow.
After painting this, it dawned on me that the curling lines made by the walls were following the landscape. This karst slope comprises shelfs and drops made as hidden water eroded the rock from beneath. I tried a quick sketch.
Jason paints “directly from nature with my arse in the mud and my hands getting cold“. This too is how I like to paint. Except I worked standing, drawing into paper dampened with snow, with water soluble graphite and an inktense black crayon.