Cannis Aground.

A large acrylic painting on gesso primed 900 x 460mm board! This is of the old Tug / Service Vessel built in 1953. It is now lying at rest in a little inlet on the River Torridge near Appledore Shipyard in North Devon. I was taken with this image on a walk along the coast from Bideford to Westward Ho with all the rubbish and feeling of dereliction. In a dimly lit inlet this boat appears quite striking in the bright spring sunshine reflecting on the creamy white paintwork. After discussions with locals there appears controversy with regard it’s presence! Al

https://www.nationalhistoricships.org.uk/register/3004/cannis

Westward Ho Setting.

I was looking awhile ago on Instagram and a friend of mine called Jessica had posted this on her page. The image was taken at Westward Ho in North Devon. I decided to make this partial sketch experimenting with the opaqueness of the dark stones against the reflective sky. Acrylic on reclaimed canvas 500 x 500mm.
https://www.albrownartist.com/post/westward-ho-setting

Roborough Road.

This is the final stage of this acrylic on gesso primed hardboard 1000 x 450 mm. The subject the top of Roborough Hill looking back down to Barnstaple and a fantastic view all the way back up the River Taw to the coast. I use this as a cycle route during lockdown and this view is ten minutes from my home in Pilton, North Devon. As usual the titanium white paint stands out too much due to photography! Al

Ill Wind Over Dartmoor.

An acrylic on 1000 x 700mm canvas. Inspired by an isolated walk over Dartmoor during the early part of the Corona Virus Pandemic. My son and I visited the moor with hand sanitiser and kept well away from the few people that where there. This is of Littaford Tors near Wistman’s Woods. I have added the devil blowing an ill wind from the inspiration of that day! Al

https://www.albrownartist.com/post/ill-wind-over-dartmoor

Dockside Cranes Bristol.

The finished large acrylic painting on 1000 x 700 mm canvas of those wonderfully ‘War of the Worlds’ cranes on the dockside in Bristol. The base colours are down just to get rid of the white canvas. I grid out with a white pastel pencil to roughly scale and draw out the main images. I now use photo-shop Adobe to mix my own images alter colours and compositions. It’s a little like preliminary sketches for the main event, it’s quite good for changing overall ideas though! This has taken longer than anticipated and perhaps has lost a little spontaneity! Al

Other images from this and others at albrownartist.com

View from Bossington Hill

I’m still in the painting and creativity doldrums so today I forced myself to sit down and take two hours to paint a picture. Not necessarily for sale but just to start the juices flowing again. Well I’m not there yet but at least it’s a start in 2020.
Last week I decided to cross over from Devon into Somerset and first visit Porlock (by the way Mrs Jackson’s Victorian Tearooms homemade crumpets are to die for) and then to complete a circular walk around Bossington Hill. This is a wonderful winter’s scene I saw in full sunlight. Al

https://www.albrownartist.com/post/the-view-from-bossington-hill

Barricane Beach.

On the back of one of my recent watercolour paintings I’ve found half of this old watercolour sketch of Barricane Beach. I’ve reused the paper after cutting this original image in half. This is a photoshop repair of a failed attempt!

Barricane is a picturesque cove tucked in between the rocks, famous for cowries and other exotic shells sought out by children and adults alike. For many years this secluded beach was a locals secret hidaway but recently the word has got out. In the summer there is a food hut that sells curries and tea in china mugs. Sadly a few visitors and locals alike bestow the beach in rubbish, bottles and discarded BBQs. It was our Secret Heaven!

https://www.albrownartist.com/post/barricane-beach

KOH SAMET

Deep green and distant islands
I have been off Ban Pae Pier.
Where the salt white sands are bleached,
And the water’s crystal clear.
Sweeping shadows of the palm trees,
Open fingers brush the shore.
Band of grey approaching thunder,
Monsoon rain a little more.

Without care for tortured world
We bronzed our thoughts away.
Cosmopolitan games of volleyball,
Oriental Eden made for play.
Beachside huts now mute and toppled,
No more bucks from Uncle Sam.
My friends have now gone elsewhere,
Have they gone to Vietnam?

Korean families with their beach craft,
Who’ve discovered Diamond Sands.
While away their humid moments,
Where a noisy jet ski lands.
My uncovered secret heaven
Was impossible to hide.
Speeding years and aging faces,
From those memories we cried.

Why couldn’t it last forever?
Tearful dreams of carefree days.
Fleeting moments of impermanence,
They’re our lives the Buddha says.
So now it’s time to move along,
Relieved so one pretends.
Now I’ll sit alone and drink awhile,
To the ghosts of dancing friends.