Shelagh Wilson

 

Though the trees are dressed in summer foliage, this drawing by Shelagh Wilson made me think of frosty mornings 

Shelagh Wilson III

 

Wintery landscapes of Shelagh Wilson, full of the poetry that inspires her.

Shelagh Wilson II

Often you will see Roman numerals after the name titles of my posts, it amazes me sometimes as I forget people who have previously been featured, how long ago I first found their portfolios, or how often or even that I have lost them over the years and rediscovered them.  Shelagh Wilson's work was first featured here seven years ago. It has a delicate bleached out beauty of winter days and a storytellers narrative. 

Shelagh Wilson

This blog is so strange, it is a mirror to my soul, the work displayed too often reveals exactly how I am feeling.
I am away for a few days now, portfolios and computer in tow, as until the end of the month I have an array of urgent and overlapping deadlines and projects, work that cannot be left behind despite the family all being on holiday.

However just for these three days in amongst the research and illustrations, I hope to get out in the bare trees, winds, rain and murky dawns and dusks of winter trudging through sodden loam to listen and breath in winter. This sketch is by Brighton based artist Shelagh Wilson made using Oil bars, ink, pencils and gouache on paper.