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WATERCOLOUR
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This is the Thames from Richmond Terrace (a
stone’s throw from the Roebuck pub). The view has been painted by JMW Turner (‘Richmond
Hill on the Birthday of the Prince Regent’), as well as by Sir Joshua
Reynolds, and Oskar Kokoshka among others, and is said to be the most painted
in the British Isles.
The Petersham Hotel (the building to the left) wasn’t there in
Turner’s time of course, but Petersham Meadow (to the left of the bend in the
river) has been grazed by cattle at least since the 17th Century. Though just out
of view here, Twickenham rugby ground is right under your nose. On a clear
day you can see the North Downs (about 17 miles away) and pick out various
landmarks, including Windsor Castle and the steadily revolving radar tower
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▲‘Turner’s View’, Richmond-upon-Thames, Surrey 19x38cm
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On a balmy summer’s eve in good company,
with a pint of (warm!) English bitter in hand, there’s hardly a better place for
watching the sun set while chewing over the day’s events. As you contemplate
the queue of planes coming in to land (at a rate of roughly one a minute)
it’s a vista which seems to present a world of possibilities. If you’re ever
out that way, take a stroll on the terrace. |
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◄ ‘Richmond Hill, early
summer’ |
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►‘Flotsam
under the bridge |
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I made this watercolour drawing (right)
from the South Bank over a couple of September evenings. The bankside lights
in front of the City of London School and under the Millennium Bridge itself
made the water shimmer and sparkle. The dome of St Paul’s was illuminated by
up-lighters and stood out against the fading light but there was still enough
natural light for the sky to hold some good autumnal colours of its own. |
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◄ ‘St Paul’s and the Millennium Footbridge’ 20x31cm
watercolour over biro on paper |
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I like this time of the year. You often get
warm, still evenings. But they have too a hint of coolness and melancholy –
winter is on its way, reminding us of the passage of time, and I suppose, of
our own mortality too. |
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