I'm all for bringing back the birch, but only between consenting adults. (Gore Vidal) We have nothing to fear and a great deal to learn from trees, that vigorous and pacific tribe which without stint produces strengthening essences for us, soothing balms, and in whose gracious company we spend so many cool, silent and intimate hours. (Marcel Proust)
Ian Sidaway is a teacher, author, and artist and has published more than 30 award-winning books on drawing and watercoloring He teaches painting workshops
A man is not where he lives, but where he loves. (Latin Proverb) At the touch of a lover everyone becomes a poet. (Plato)
Ian Sidaway is a teacher, author, and artist and has published more than 30 award-winning books on drawing and watercoloring He teaches painting workshops
The mole had been working very hard all morning, spring cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. (The Wind in the willows. Kenneth Grahame) A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in. (Greek proverb)
Ian Sidaway（British, b.1951） Ian Sidaway Fine Line
Have a good Christmas and 2017 and thank you all for visiting the Fine Line and Studio Blogs
A visual blog recording daily fine liner drawings.
"The masks were not simply sculptures like any other. Not at all. They were magical objects." ( Pablo Picasso) " The reaches opened before us and closed behind, as if the forest had stepped leisurely across the water to bar the way for our return. We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness." (The Heart of Darkness. Joseph Conrad)
A visual blog recording daily fine liner drawings.
When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love. (Franz Schubert) With the coming of spring, I am calm again. (Gustav Mahler)
A visual blog recording daily fine liner drawings.
"Some counties vaunt themselves in pies and some in meats excel; For turnips of enormous size fair Norfolk bares the belle." (Old Rhyme) "If this were the time or the place to uphold a paradox, I am half inclined to state that Norfolk is one of the most beautiful of counties." (Virginia Woolf)
Bedruthan Steps Pendarvas Island. Watercolour. 48x50cms Bedruthan Steps. Watercolour. 48x50cms Bedruthan Steps looking South. Watercolour. 78x98cms Kings Hat The New Forest. Oil on Board. 42x52cms Kings Hat. Oil on Board. 42x42cms
Levens Hall Park Watercolour 50x35cms Autumn Richmond Park Watercolour 78x92cms Summer Oak Petworth Watercolour 78x92cms Pentra Ifan Wales Watercolour 78x92cms
"He who contemplates the depths of Paris is seized with vertigo. Nothing is more fantastic. Nothing more tragic. Nothing is more sublime." (Victor Hugo) "As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and make plans." (Ernest Hemingway)
"The first thing which I remember as an event in my life was being taken by my nurse to the brow of Friars crag on Derwent Water." (John Ruskin) "For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth, but hearing often times the still, sad music of humanity." (William Wordsworth)
The traveller sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he wants to see. (Gilbert K Chesterton) Now more than ever do I realise that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun drenched elsewhere. (Isabelle Eberhardt)
"One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well." (Virginia Woolf) "Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask whats for lunch." (Orson Welles)
"Before I got married I had six theories about raising children; now, I have six children and no theories." (John Wilmot) "No man should bring children into the world who is unwilling to persevere to the end in their nature and education." (Plato)
I hope you all have a good Christmas and New Year and thankyou for visiting the Fine Line Blog over the past year.
"Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life." (Herman Hesse) "A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things." (George R R Martin)
"He that planteth a tree is a servant of god, he provideth a kindness for many generations, and faces that he hath not seen shall bless him." (Henry van Dyke) "It was very sad under the trees. Although the spring was well adsvanced in the deep shade there was nothing but death rotton leaves, grey and white fungi and over everything a funeral hush." (Nathanael West)
Have a good Christmas and 2017 and thank you all for visiting the Fine Line and Studio Blogs
"Be generous with your smile and try not to frown. And you will see my children; your smile will never let you down." (Benny Bellamacina) "I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning to sail my ship." (Louisa May Alcott)
"All the good ideas I ever had came to me while I was milking a cow." (Grant Wood) "I could dance with you till the cows come home. Better still, I'll dance with the cows and you come home." (Groucho Marx)
"Hand any four-year-old a fist of crayons, and it is very, very few who don't get busy with them, drawing, colouring, scribbling. I have not stopped scribbling." (Chris Raschka) "With drawing, I am actually aware of creating something on a sheet of paper. It is a sensual act, which you cannot say about the act of writing. In fact, I often turn to drawing to recover from the act of writing." (Gunter Grass)
I hope you all have a good Christmas and New Year and thankyou for visiting the Fine Line Blog over the past year.
"He that planteth a tree is a servant of god, he provideth a kindness for many generations, and faces that he hath not seen shall bless him." (Henry van Dyke) "It was very sad under the trees. Although the spring was well adsvanced in the deep shade there was nothing but death rotton leaves, grey and white fungi and over everything a funeral hush." (Nathanael West)
"The fleeting hour of life of those who love the hills is quickly spent, but the hills are eternal. Always there will be the lonely ridge, the dancing beck, the silent forest; always there will be the exhilaration of the summits." (Alfred Wainwright) "But not even Hitler can damage the fells" (Beatrix Potter)
The mole had been working very hard all morning, spring cleaning his little home. First with brooms, then with dusters; then on ladders and steps and chairs, with a brush and a pail of whitewash; till he had dust in his throat and eyes, and splashes of whitewash all over his black fur, and an aching back and weary arms. Spring was moving in the air above and the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing. (The Wind in the willows. Kenneth Grahame) A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in. (Greek proverb)
"Like Tulip-beds of different shape and dyes, Bending beneath the invisible west-wind's sighs." (Thomas Moore) "How can one help shivering with delight when one's hot fingers close around the stem of a live flower, cool from the shade and stiff with new born vigour!" (Colette)
