Working with drip paintings, watercolour and lining paper.
I placed a nest up on the back wall of the Parsonage. But it seemed lost and disconnected from the other objects in the yard. So, thinking about the decimation of rare and exotic birds in the late 1890s, it seemed right to have a flash of blood red.
But overnight there was a storm and the nest and the painting came down.
I re-used the rather damp painting, doubled it over, hung it over a branch of a yew tree (tree common to graveyards and associated with death), wove some reads to holt it together, and added more colours.
By late afternoon the sun was setting and shedding lovely light on the painting.