A heavy fog hung over us today, obscuring any view into the distance, and on my walk, the tree tops disappeared into the ether.
Focused downward, I noticed this hidden world had opened itself up: All the bracken, brambles and grasses browning and collapsing, giving way to a view under the tree canopy. Soggy leaves, crispy fern, soft moss and, in some places, newly formed ponds.
I’ve recently been reading Colin White’s book about Jessie M King, and started imagining those other worlds, like this, that she animated so beautifully in her work. It’s so far a pleasure to read about it, in particular to learn more about the development of the Glasgow style against the wider European backdrop.
I sort of set out to emulate that style here, but it didn’t really work. Mostly, I think, because this is not composed at all really, and also because I realised as I was doing it that this wouldn’t be a simple sketch but something that would have to otherwise be laboured over for hours. Maybe it’s worthwhile to work up some studies and progress to a composition before then attempting this.
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