Harvested Field, Humberside

 

One afternoon I was driving along a country lane in Humberside heading to up Scarborough for the weekend. I was bursting for a wee and pulled into a clearing. Within seconds of emptying myself I was filling up on coffee from a flask. I sat in the car with the window open listening to Roxy Music and munching cake. I like unforeseen stops in odd places; you observe things that would otherwise be a passing blur. Once I saw a flock of orange birds I’d never seen before land in a tree, make an unholy racket then fly away. Another time I saw three herons sat together on a football goals posts. Sadly I saw car drive over a dove and can still remember steam rising from its insides.

 

Not much was happening. I got out, cup in hand, and had a stroll around. I looked over a hedge and saw hay bales strewn across a field with a house at the back of them. For some reason I thought I might paint it one day, took some pics then drove off to Scarborough. On the way home I drove through Humberside to seek out gravestone I’d missed. A bit lost and beholden to the Sat-Nav I found myself passing the field again. I pulled over into the clearing and took a photo in near darkness. I’m not sure why the scene grabbed me; there were much prettier ones on the journey.

 

Back at home I drew up the scene on a small canvas. On Saturday morning I woke in a queer restless mood. My dad was in Malta so I brought a few smelly paints downstairs and just blasted the scene onto the canvas quickly – it took about an hour. Its quality is commensurate with the little time I spend doing it but I just wanted to start and finish something fast. It’s the clumsy cliched codswallops you’d expect from a ten-year-old but trowelling on paint like butter felt therapeutic. Alfie the dog didn’t seem impressed with it but an hour’s giddy painting flushed out the queer restless mood and I reposed back to my gormless day-dreamer self.

 

 

Mmmm, might have a go at that…

 

Mmmm…came back for another look one evening…

 

 

 

Setting off…

 

Coming on a little…

 

 

I thought the painting was improving a little but the driver of the Land Rover (pointing at) can’t get away fast enough…

 

 

Time to paint the house…

 

Alfie, don’t even think about licking your bits while I sign the wreck of a paitning

 

 

Alfie wasn’t impressed…