Welcome

Welcome to Harvest Moon, a place where the creatures and landscapes of my imagination take form and meet the world. Nestled in beneath the wild craggy tors of Dartmoor inspiration comes on chilly winds from moonlit landscapes of other realms which share this rugged, ancient land of gorse and granite. Living here I sometimes feel on a bridge between worlds and ages as the land speaks from spluttering streams and wind-beaten tors, telling stories of folk and beast, but only in snatches before the endings are whipped away down the valley with the broad river and out to sea. So here I will share these stories and characters and they can dwell in your own imagination, continuing their stories with infinite outcomes. This is how they live, enjoy them!

Monday, 8 August 2011

mud flat mingling...

Its amazing who you can meet on the mud flats.... busy sandpipers relentlessly rumage in the mud for wriggly snacks while the elegant avocet delicately tip toes upon her reflection in the shallow water, checking her posture like a pied balerina. Periodically noisy oyster catchers flutter in an out announcing themselves with urgents clucks. A little egret furtively glances around the sludgy scene, wondering where the water buffalos are to hitch a ride upon. Over the entire scene presides the sage grey heron. He casts a cool eye over the bustle of the river's edge, then down into the gentle ripples of brown water..... in a split second his pointed beak has pierced it like a yellow harpoon and extracts a flapping silver sliver, which almost as quickly disappears impossibly down his pipe-cleaner neck. A pause, another brief survey of his kingdom and he spreads his broad grey wings and with deep arching flaps rises, slow motion into the damp air above the mouth of the river Dart.

I would like to capture these characters on canvas, like an ornithological Lowry scene...