The church who’s bells I can hear when I’m in my garden. Walk past frequently, often more than once a day. Special sense of the world when near, nothing to do with Christianity. When drawing the sky, I wanted to give a sense of seeing more than the darkness. The night sky and the moon often pull my gaze and hold my attention endlessly. Bit of a ham fisted go at capturing this watching, but really happy with it.
Fascinated with the grainy photograph I saw in the paper of a street I know really well. The view is not easy to see anymore because there is a multi storey car park and a college now nestling up to the buildings.
Many of the buildings still exist; the one behind the two buildings with the thin triangular wings has gone. The small row of terraces at the end have gone for the raised exit from the car park. The rest remain, in various states of repair or use.
Some of the best drawings turn up when you just relax into them and don’t worry about how they turn up.
