I went out for a few hours wander on the cliffs around St Agnes yesterday and took along a sketchbook and a few Conte pastels ‘just in case’. Walking along a familiar track I sat and watched the clouds taking shape around the hill; there’s something about this particular place that’s really getting under my skin lately. I won’t divulge any more yet, my thoughts are still quite amorphous, but I think I’ll be going back to look at it some more. Maybe I need to take a wider range of materials next time, or colours at least…
I made this gouache painting of the Beacon a few weeks ago:
Back soon with another instalment of my coastal path walks, this time from Penzance to Porthcurno.