Today I walked the dog on the beach and a dog on a beach is a wondrous thing. With black lines for eyes, horizontal ears and sand dusted nose, my dog stands, head held high and bites the air. Jaw quivering he gulps great mouthfuls of solid air, his long silvery tongue tasting sweet salt flicked from the roaring sea. In lieu of water air will do.
Replenished, sated, his body flails in staccato spasms of ecstatic freedom, he writhes, jerks, spirals and leaps in a wild dance of life. A lanky greyhound arrives, a girl she joins in the dance, her lean dove grey brindle body flowing in ever more complex arabesques. She is beautiful, lit against the steel blue sea she appears as a ghost, a wraith, a spirit flowing from land to sea to air, nothing can contain her, for a brief moment she disappears into the light, first a silhouette, the most exquisite I’ve ever seen and then she evaporates as the rising sun swallows her whole. Finally she re-appears, now a ball with four tall sticks where her legs should be, her long triangle of a muzzle, nuzzles the sand delicately as a stone is selected and then a pause before…………………BOOOOOM, she’s off. Her sharp legs pierce the wet sand, purchase is made and she uncoils into a monumental leap followed by another and then another and more until finally she’s running, unstoppable , overwhelmed by the blind madness of all out lung searing running, each paw in turn barely grazing the sand. Seconds later she’s a dot, far, far away and still going.
My dog looks on, stone in mouth, ears flat, eyes narrowed, peering into the distance, he decides it’s time to go home, I agree and follow on with my ration of just one pebble.
I wish I could draw like a greyhound can run. Some people just have drawing within them, as natural as walking, it flows. That kind of effortless drawing, right or wrong is a beautiful thing to behold and I’m always on the lookout for it. You get glimpses, maybe not the whole drawing but passages where hand and eye combine with liquid fluency and the drawing seems to be given not made. I live for those moments and watching a greyhound run unfettered across a long empty sea shore reminds me what freedom really means and just how good it feels.
Oh and one more thing, Kay kindly agreed to pose in homage to the famous Lewis Morley photograph, Mr Morley died this week.
Paintings and drawings by Cathy, Fiona, Ian, Kate, Roger, Sandra, Tom and featured artist Sue.
It is with great sadness that we received the news of the death of our friend Joanne Hogg. She was a talented artist who created some fine drawings especially on our full day Saturday sessions. A modest and sometimes shy person, Joanne will be missed by all her friends at Redbrick Mill and our prayers, best wishes and condolences go out to her friends, family and especially her husband, Ian.