IVY BRIDGE, TOLLYMORE
This is my favourite place on earth.
One of my earliest childhood memories is playing ‘Pooh Sticks’ over the Ivy Bridge. My own children are all grown up and we still play Pooh Sticks, passing quirky traditions down through the generations makes families unique. We start our walk on the hunt for our stick, however from the tiniest twig to the biggest branch, the smallest twig always wins.
The Ivy Bridge in Tollymore Forest Park was built in 1780. It is one of the park’s many bridges crossing the Shimna River but by far my favourite in any season. The colours in Autumn made my pallet dance, only Indian Yellow wasn’t used (if you’ve ever had a sick dog you know this colour). The scarlet red to permanent mauve in the water, the emerald green to the magenta in the river banks, the violet grey in the stone of the bridge, and the cadmium yellow to Indian red in the trees.
I’ve spent many an hour sitting on the banks however in this case my husband was holding my shoes while I was knee deep in the middle of the freezing river and the rocks were so slimy and slippery I thought I would never make it out dry! But the sketches achieved were worth it.
This is painted on a heavy grade, bleached linen which I left exposed because of its natural properties which just marry beautifully with this idyllic scene.
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Original: SOLD
Framed Print: Available for Order
This is my favourite place on earth.
One of my earliest childhood memories is playing ‘Pooh Sticks’ over the Ivy Bridge. My own children are all grown up and we still play Pooh Sticks, passing quirky traditions down through the generations makes families unique. We start our walk on the hunt for our stick, however from the tiniest twig to the biggest branch, the smallest twig always wins.
The Ivy Bridge in Tollymore Forest Park was built in 1780. It is one of the park’s many bridges crossing the Shimna River but by far my favourite in any season. The colours in Autumn made my pallet dance, only Indian Yellow wasn’t used (if you’ve ever had a sick dog you know this colour). The scarlet red to permanent mauve in the water, the emerald green to the magenta in the river banks, the violet grey in the stone of the bridge, and the cadmium yellow to Indian red in the trees.
I’ve spent many an hour sitting on the banks however in this case my husband was holding my shoes while I was knee deep in the middle of the freezing river and the rocks were so slimy and slippery I thought I would never make it out dry! But the sketches achieved were worth it.
This is painted on a heavy grade, bleached linen which I left exposed because of its natural properties which just marry beautifully with this idyllic scene.
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Original: SOLD
Framed Print: Available for Order