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I can tell you about my week through my ‘painting-a-day’ paintings.
May 23rd © Claire Leggett
An orchid from the salad at our Thai meal to celebrate being wedded for twenty whole years – yes I did take a flower out of the salad and yes, I did say 20 years!
May 24th © Claire Leggett
A pale pink, double-headed Aquilegia which was the only casualty of having a new fence put up down one side of the garden.
May 25th © Claire Leggett
A raspberry pink, candy striped Dahlia bought on impulse at a grocer’s shop in Ledbury.
I was in Ledbury (which is a sweet, quintessentially English market town) to drop off some paintings at Shell House Gallery.
Saturday 26th May is the opening day of “Artists Garden” – a group show. I love painting flowers from my garden and so was delighted to be able to join in. While I was there I bought these dahlias and some other fabulous bedding plants to paint, so the cycle continues.
The back garden of the cottage we stayed in, in Wales, was full of primroses – pale yellow, pink, cerise and magenta.
The hedgerows were also full of them on every side. Such a beautiful display made all the more charming by their natural re-population.
Hard to catch a picture of in the blustery wind but of the zillion photo’s at least few aren’t blurred.
I particularly love the star-shaped centre and sweet-heart petals.
And up close you can see natures cleaver drainage hole in the centre of the flower – just like a sink without a plug!
I happen to find this little jug for 50 pence whilst thrifting one day (loads to be had in Wales and I bartered hard, but more of that some other time). And then in a moment of serendipity the flowers went with the jug, the scale was just right and it rained so hard we stayed in and I found time to paint them.
A must do trip for the earnest crafter loose in Pembrokeshire, is a trip to the mill of Melin Tregwynt.
This has been a working mill for the last 100 years and is still owned and run by the same family – no small feat in this day and age.
It was fascinating to see behind the scenes..
…especially watching the loom being prepped and threaded with yarn ready for it’s turn on the automatic loom. The girls had a pattern sheet to refer to (much like a knitting pattern repeat ) but what a responsibilitly!
loom patterns
The Twisting and Cone winding room was full of yummy boxes of yarn, named in the most evocative colours.
Best of all, you could buy a bag of off-cuts in the shop.
These worked out to be £1 a piece which I think is excellent value.
They are made with colours which reflect the natural environment.
Now I must ruminate on what to make with these gorgeous woven pieces.
Any ideas?
We are just back from a lovely break in Pembrokeshire, Wales.
This is a place where you can really see the sky (I live in a city and hardly ever see the horizon.)
And the skies here are really worth looking at constantly because they change all day..
and night.
They are even worth braving the cold on the beach to capture,
and worth getting up early to dog walk, be inspired by and come home and paint.
I can see why the landscape has, and continues to inspire artists, with its patchwork colours and textured furrows.
Nature always seems closer at hand when you’re on holiday, maybe it’s because we slow down and observe more…
or maybe it’s because it pokes its head over the gate to say hello!
A couple of weekends ago we celebrated a wedding in the beautiful surroundings of The Gower Peninsula, Wales,
and walked the beautiful Rhossili beach the following morning in glorious sunshine.
It’s one of the best shell-finding beaches that I’ve scoured recently and I found a washed up receptacle to fill, in order to bring some beach finds home to paint.
Yes – I have even been keeping seaweed alive in salt water in the studio sink so that I could paint it. The smell in the studio reminds me of fish and chips!
Paris is full of beautiful shops and the window displays are awesome!
They are highly inventive and eye-catching, whether it be in a simple or multi-faceted way.
Shops are specialist’s at what they do. There doesn’t seem to be the ‘corner shop’ mentality that we have in the UK where you can buy everything under one roof.
These shops, at least in the city centre, are excellent at baking bread or patisserie, making olive oil or herbs, cheese or wine.
And they are all beautifully and immaculately displayed.
It put the chic in shopping.
Paris has a lovely natural light which at sunset begins to turn mauve and lavender.
And it’s lit up romantically with those iconic old French lampposts which just conjure up so many famous French paintings.
There are cafes everywhere which take on a new attractiveness at night when they are lit from within with candles on the table and twinkling lights.
And the river reflects back all these lights to magnify the effect.
One last Paris post tomorrow – glad you have enjoyed seeing my snaps.
On a Sunday the Flower Market becomes the Bird Market.
We weren’t sure whether to expect the best (alive) or the worst (some dead French culinary treats.)
But it was the most charming little market of twittering, fluffy, cheeping birds ever.
I was totally charmed by it all and if I could have, I would have bought a handful because they were so adorable and such lovely colours.
It looked like you could just turn up and sell any bird you may have. Groups of men stood round their cages, shaking hands and chatting.
It was quite a contrast; all these macho men selling these delicate little creatures!
I love the slices of colour,
the patterning of iron work,
and lace,
and the rough plaster of old walls.
Notre Dame stands like a beautifully iced cake. It is amazing to think of the intricate detail and feats of physical ingenuity that went into the building of this in c. 1668.
Many churches and chapels show their devotion to God through the dedication to brilliant craftsmanship and expensive materials inside and they truly are magnificent and can lift your heart heavenwards.
I particularly liked the Sacré-Cœur Basilica which had a very touching prayerfulness, with lit candles glinting whilst Mass was held and hymns were sung.
And I was totally blown away by this ceiling mosaic which stretched across the dome of the altar chapel.
The colours, stylization, workmanship and strength of image was a sight to behold.
Beautiful sacred spaces.
