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, 24 October 2011
Monday, 10 October 2011
This blog has already taught me much about the way in which I work, and I now see that my drawings come out of that winter dreaming. All of the outward adventures of the year arrange themselves into their proper corners in my mind, shuffling about and swapping places before settling in and telling their stories. As the stories emerge, so the characters come alive in vivid colours and find their way into the pages of my sketch books.
One winter friend who stays with us through the cold is the wren. So very, very small, and yet never defeated by dark days and wild weather. I am in awe of their busy chirpiness, always there in the periferal vision going about their little-brown-bird business in the depths of some bare shrub. I have paid homage to the wrens here, although sadly my scanner rejects my softer pencil lines, I hope my celebration comes through!