Using offcuts

I’ve always got scraps at the moment, I cut and glue pictures from one sketchbook to another, I’ve got offcuts of monoprints and post-it notes I’ve made notes on one side of. It seems a shame just to throw them away. Plus it was a use for some old silver foil for the grey clouds.

This was inspired by an orange pink dawn yesterday morning, before the downpour and the fact I’ve noticed Silver birches are actually much whiter these days (cleaner atmosphere?)

Structure

Looking out the window she saw a strange metallic structure had risen overnight. Where once there had been fields beyond the treeline now the metal was greeting the dawn. It must be 50 meters high, would it be filled in like a building or was this superstructure it? What was it?

Slowly as she watched the metal started to glow. First white hot, then blue hot. She saw the structure growing, upwards, sideways, forwards, and backwards. The light settled and she saw it had grown like a crystal, now it had reached the trees….. She waited… Would it expand again?

Today’s prompt is Sky

#bandofsketchers prompt

Got up just before 7 to draw a magnificent dawn? It was still gloomy when I started and because of the low cloud it got lighter, but no sign of the sun!

This is the view east of the house. Willow Bush still in leaf but turning yellow, beyond that the rooves of the shops on the main road and the skeleton of a new building that stopped growing in March. The telephone pole, the Walnut tree we planted twenty five years ago and a Holly Bush below the willow. Used a calligraphy black ink pen and Spectrum Noir metallic coloured pencils. Took about twenty minutes in semi darkness.

Dawn

Dreamt the first two lines of this poem So I decided to go for it and see what emerged….

There’s a sullen red cloud on the horizon,

A ships in dock they say..

Will there be sailors in port today,

Or will it sail away?

Off to chase the Mackrel

Or to fish for Cod

Leaving on the high tide

Into the hands of God?

There’s red upon the horizon

Is it a sailors blood?

Staining the water with it

In a storm greater than the flood.

Will the sailors return again

Back to this quiet bay?

No man of weather can tell me.

But the portents are bad, they say.

Branches

A mess of branches

before they were covered in green.

When air was cold and blue,

when stems bore ice.

When it was cold at night.

It was chill, and the moon shone,

through miriad twigs.

When night lasted

in the cold darkness,

from early dusk,

to late dawn.

Now the sun rises early

the heat rises to meet it,

I wake up late and fall asleep

late,

in the warm morning air.

 

Pink dawn

Sky to the East of us about 7. 10 am. Barometer showing fair but the oldĀ  saw that red sky in the morning is a shepherd’s warning seems appropriate after all the bad weather we’ve been having. Apparently if the sky is red its because the dawn is reflecting off the underside of clouds (yes I can see that), and that means the bad weather is more likely to be overhead now or later. Red sky at night shepherd’s delight? The weather will have passed over and be moving away. I guess the point is also that it depends what direction the wind is blowing in?!

Waiting for the next storm…. It will probably start with the letter E…. How many more?