Philip

We have a pheasant, in our village, we call call Philip, who trots about from one garden to another and even takes walks along our street – he is quite a star. I am trying (again!) to capture him crowing which is a wonderful flurry of feathers and sound. Here are a few attempts in ink and also the start of a larger piece…

Food under the plum tree, (January 2013), Maxine Dodd

January blues

This week the weather steadied – snow bedded deep and days were cold. The whiteness is wearing and we’re all tired. I ventured out  to meet my friend Sheila who was painting nearby, but mostly continued work in the garden. Along with my usual pen and watercolour, I changed to oil paint on board for the first time in a long while. I felt…