Its a simple sketch: winter trees seen on a bitingly cold day looking over the wall of a bridge over Cromford’s canal. Below is the field sketch and several of the intermediate steps. After many layers and scratching back, crayon and brushpen marker and white gouache and charcoal and knife and plastic scraper and watercolour, I’ve come to something that resembles how I felt when I first started the drawing. It doesn’t have to be good, it just has to work for me as a sketch.
I had no photograph to work from but I realise the muted colours of that scene were captured in watercolours drawn direct on the scene, with no layers or revisions, by outsideauthority, who drew with me that day.