So much for the season of mist and mellow fruitfulness! The last few days have been characterised by thick fog which hardly any daylight can penetrate.
My morning walks often take me through beech woods. The trees have not yet shed their leaves and the canopy is dense, few plants grow in their shadow. The thick fog had reduced the light and entering the darkness of the woods seemed foolhardy. But my courage was rewarded, because as I started to emerge into open fields the silhouette of trees and walls was breathtaking.
Working with pigment ink pens in a Pointellist style seems to capture the ethereal nature of the day and the subject. Although the Autumnal colours were present in the woods, the stark contrast of fog with the dark trees made me choose to work in a palette of greys.
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