Hunstanton...

is inspiration all by itself. Just going to the beach and looking at these cliffs brings all sorts of ideas to mind. Is erosion the opposite of scarring? I don't know, but I'll be thinking about it over the next wee while. It seems likely that it is. Scarring is a sign of healing; erosion eats away at things until they are no more. And yet both are natural occurrences; how can what is natural be wrong?

Moira and I spent last Thursday at Hunstanton, collecting shells and shingle, stones and seaweed, all to be used in some art project or other. I think you can see from the image why it is I keep returning there...hoping for good enough weather to go back to do some painting next week. I've never done any plein air painting; hopefully this time, there won't be a large school trip. The one last Thursday discussed what it was I was doing on that rock over there, and took photographs of me for the record (so Moira tells me; I was focussed on what I was doing, so didn't look...).

I spent this morning in the shed, preparing canvasses and making a few ACEOs, just for fun. It may not be completely organised, the shed, but it's a joy to work in there. No phone, quite apart from anything else... peace, perfect peace. I had intended to do some quilting this afternoon, but instead found myself printing out this photo of Hunstanton Cliffs, only to find that my colour cartridge needs to be changed; instead of an interesting terracotta colour, it has printed out purple... not quite the same thing. Still, it's an interesting part of the cliffs, and what I want it for is to reference the shapes, rather than the colours. In some ways the purple works better for that.