Summer has well and truly arrived here in Southern Spain. It is the Season I find the most difficult. For me every other season has its wonders. I adore Autumn, not, I think, a time of death and dying, rather the time of year when things are set in motion for the next cycle. Juicy berries preceed the setting of seeds, and then there are the glorious rich colours. Winter, I love it; embryonic life snuggled up and just waiting for the warmer weather to arrive. Spring? Smashing, everything exploding, bursting forth. Summer? Far too hot. Flowers shrivelled. Earth baked to a crust of iron. Brains addled by the glaring sun. Holiday makers' seared flesh. Ugh, no thanks. On top of all that, work becomes almost impossible for an inordinately long eleven weeks whilst the children are off from school, and anyway, most of the time, with temperatures in the mid thirties and plus most people only feel fit to lie down either in a darkened room or in the baking hot sun, depending on their disposition.How can I best tackle all of this? Well, I'm probably not going to get much painting done; so I'll concentrate on photos and drawing. So from time to time through the Summer I'll try to post some scribbles of characters doing what they do in Summer.
2 comments:
I like your use of colour in this, Linda. Is it a print? Evokes searing heat very well.
I find it hard to cope with intense heat too nowadays, though it was not always so. Having lived in tropical climates for many years, I was used to heat and still prefer warm to cold. But temperatures like those you mention are certainly paralyzing and seem to be creeping to places that never had them before - like London!
Yes Natalie, I scanned a sketch in and played with the colour. I'm also playing with some backgrounds as you suggested -in Photoshop. It worked the first time, but now it keeps going grey!
I saw you were sweltering! My husband & son have just returned. My turn soon. I hope it's cooler then. Thanks for you comment, always appreciated.
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