I found the unkempt grave of
master-builder Charles Boot in Bradfield. He shares the grave with his wife who
died before him. It looks across Strines reservoir to
their former home Sugworth Hall. After his wife died
it's thought Charles had a folly built on a hill so he could look across to St
Nicholas's where his beloved was buried. I thought I'd try to capture its
sun-kissed allure on canvas (sorry about the result.) Here it is.
One Saturday evening I walked to the folly through
grass and falling evening sunlight. There's no door on so you can get inside
but it's just a posh sheep shelter. It would have been good to get to the top
and walk around the ramparts. There was a staircase inside Charles which would
allegedly ascend to the top and look across to this wife's resting place. A cow
got stuck so it was removed.
I thought it would a painting subject. The
evening sun was turning the grass honey-coloured and making trees cast long
shadows. I took a few photos and I've used one to form this painting. As usual
I blasted the canvas with acrylics and got started. Using oil paints I did
everything but the folly itself and enjoyed dabbing in those trees with the sun
touching them. I got a bit carried away and now when I look at the photo I used
I'd added a few extra trees and bushes. I wish I used a bigger canvas as doing
those windows with a small brush was hard work. For some reason I didn't enjoy
doing the tower itself. I played a Huey Lewis & The News concert and just
got on with it. I smeared the paint on with a knife and mashed it up with a
brush. I think that must be a lightning rod protruding out of the top. I
painted that four times before I got it reasonable straight. When painting the sun-kissed grass in the
forefront I just thought of Corn Flakes for some reason and can't remember how
I did it. There was a dead hare nearby but I didn't paint that.
This painting could be yours for just £16,040. Normally
it would be £40 but I've had some £16k of plastic surgery having had my face
ripped off by my neighbour. He was going out and gave me a new set of house keys
to give to his wife when she returned. I gave her the keys and texted my
neighbour "I've given your wife her keys" but predictive text changed
this to "I've given your wife herpes" and he ripped my face off with blunt
pliers.
Getting started using acrylic paint...