After a few weeks being of what can only be described as static I have decided its time to get myself moving. Not only physically but also creatively. I have spent way too much time trying to work out what and where I want to go and have had a long conversation with the Toads I have decided the only way this is going to happen is by doing opposed to thinking.
So it was a beautiful morning so I headed out to Lopham and Redgrave Fen on foot armed with a limited selection of materials to see what if anything may happen. I set myself a few rules as well. Once I got to the fen what I produced I would share, whether good, bad or indifferent.
The sun was shining and as we are in Tier 4 there weren’t many people around. I took a route using country lanes some of which I haven’t used for many years and memories of climbing trees as a kid came flooding back.
Just by the fen there is an area called the Frith which is managed by and part of the Little Ouse Headwaters Project. The Frith is around 10 hectares of rough pasture on the north bank of the River Little Ouse. After the recent flooding in the area is was rather wet, but got me thinking about what a beautiful place this would be to wander during the summer and if the pool is still there then it has the possibility of being a dragonfly haven.
There are a couple of sculptures in place on the Frith which are I have noticed whilst cycling past. One has a patterns carved into the wood, which has been enhanced over a period of time by colour and weathering.
Once I had finally got to the Fen there were more people starting to arrive in anticipation of the large starling murmuration that has been taking place (Video from an earlier visit below).
I found my spot on the edge of the read bed and started to paint. I trailed some ink in precision tip applicator bottle with a fine needle, I think more commonly used for icing cakes, a pencil, marker pen and a brush. I wanted to keep it simple. I wanted to limit how involved I could become with the work and I wanted it to feel organic and provide an interpretation of the surrounding I was sat in. The bottle produced some interesting marks especially when transferred between surfaces.
I like the outcome of what I did and I felt like I was on a roll until disaster struck. Only I could pick up an injury through painting! After the now infamous foot in rabbit hole whilst painting seals in Norfolk, I can add the put my back out on Lopham Fen! It took me about 20 minutes to get back to my feet and then a further 20 minutes to walk to the visitors centre to be picked up…. all rather embarrassing really!