“Baby It’s Cold Outside!”

It certainly is, and they say there’s more to come, so any artwork en plein air has to wait ‘til the warmer weather.
Even when sketching in the car there’s about a fifteen minute threshold before my hands get cold. Turner lashed himself to a mast to see the effects of a storm at sea, but I see no advantage to wearing a hogshair shirt and beating myself with a bunch of paintbrushes in order to produce.

The last few weeks have seen The Ladies Who Sketch group gathering in each other’s warm kitchens…. I’ve been drawing friends’ kitchens for a couple of years now. At heart it's a place of work and I like the tools, the gadgets and the clutter. And the tea. And the cake.