Kurt Jackson: The miners pool oil and collage on canvas, from hereIn a couple of days we are off South to the Cornish coast for a few days. I say South, but I don't think of even the southern tip of Cornwall as such, mostly because South to me means the shores of the Mediterranean. I embrace Cornwall within my idea of North: Cornwall to me means rocky shores and solitude. Of course we have to go as far out of season as possible to achieve the solitude - and even that is proving difficult these days.
Kurt Jackson: The evening tide comes in with the silence acrylic and sand, from hereThe contemporary Cornish artist who leaps to my mind is Kurt Jackson, whose paintings are above. The work of mine which resulted from our shorter visit to Cornwall this time last year is Silkie, waiting, stitched, but not quite finished (below is the design file).
This time I am hoping to get some reading done (Philip Guston, Collected Writings, Lectures, and Conversations) as well as occasional stitching of work in progress - and who knows what might come from strolls by the shore.