Back when I used to hang out in dog parks in South East London with my pack of dogs (which went from 1, to 2, to 4 then 2 again, all girls), I met a rather large boy dog called Blue. Rottweiller cross with German Sheperd. I first met him when he was a pup and as months went by, I watched him grow into a very confident big lad.
I’m exploring how I perceive colours at the moment. I realised that I first see textures and patterns, then hues, then colours. I’m currently spending a lot of time outdoors on the stunning Cornish coastline and I get to see really beautiful landscapes, and be in very special places (more on this soon). Wherever I go I remind myself to take the time to let nature go through me, to open up and welcome the effects the place has on my soul. I stand and stare at the landscape, the cliffs, the stones, the sea, the birds, the fire… I get lost looking through binoculars. I observe, make notes, paint in my sketchbook, take a few photographs as I try to understand colour combinations in nature.
I found this book in the Cook Book, a restaurant we love near Cape Cornwall. This place is heaven; filled with dogs, poetry, exquisite home cooked food using locally sourced ingredients, books (lots and lots of them), and stories from the sea, told by ramblers, bird watchers, sailors and nature lovers of all kinds.
I was really pleased to find this book at the Cook Book, amongst all the second hand books that they sell. A book about colours, a timely find… I brought it back, flicked through it and left it on the table. Out and about the next day, discovering, exploring and taking in more of the beautiful Cornish landscape, I came back home to find this book on the floor. Our 8 months old puppy wolf (who has icey blue moonstruck eyes) had made an attempt to read it, and obviously got bored or frustrated with it and decided to eat it instead. If you look on the top left corner you can see the marks of her teeth. What’s left of this book has now become my new sketch book. I will read it more carefully that way.