Author: fellpainter
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Sunsets are loved because they vanish
For six nights the sun set into the sea, sometimes fiery enough to reflect into two suns. Oranges, yellows and pinks were lurid and impossible to paint, fading into crimson when there wasn’t much light left and it was too cold to stay outside. Still, it was difficult to go indoors, even to watch through…
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A New River Daemon
This summer we found the river had created a new daemon … and this is what happened next, featuring old grass, bones, my mother, my sister, my dog and some oil paints and canvas (not forgetting a magical pool and the sea). Please read on …