Our holiday this year involved many trips to the beach at Widemouth, Cornwall, my favourite beach. For the first time we were travelling in Boris, our elderly VW camper, which became our mobile beach hut and shelter from the wind and occasional rainy squall. This year I was determined to take my sketch equipment and actually USE it, as although I draw for a living I have to work in a tight, descriptive style for the most part and I've been feeling the need to loosen up a bit, at least for me if not my clients.
I started off trying to sketch the cliff scenery at Widemouth (pronounced widdmuth) Bay and soon ran into difficulties. It's been so long since I tried anything like this I'd lost my 'formula' for laying in the washes and getting the effect I wanted. My efforts were muddied and blurred. I was gutted. How could I not do this? My confidence plummeted. I sat morose in the van. Then I started to watch the people around me. Families loading up ready for the beach, teetering piles of chairs, bodyboards, buckets and spades, some people sitting quietly reading, some coming back from a swim damp, sandy and happy. And almost without thought I reached for my sketchbook. Here are the results......I'll post some every day so do return. I'll have a go at those wretched landscapes soon as well...I know they're inside me kicking the door down.
I was immediately attracted by this lady's lovely green swimming costume and matching green bodyboard.
This young man stood for ages at the clifftop watching the surfers below.
I loved the darkness of the silhouette against the bright stripes of the windbreak.