Thornwood

'Thornwood', Mr Rochester's beach hut when scampering out to dip his nadgers in the North sea at Coldingham.

Heavy weather.

Coldingham Bay, after a couple of days of September storms.

This used to be a long landscape of the Cheviots and the Merse with sun coming through clouds, but it was both difficult and, I eventually admitted, boring the arse off me. As it turned out, all that painting underneath gave the new surface an interesting, rougher texture.

After the Storm, Coldingham Bay, oil on canvas, 91cm x 36cm.

Pheasant.

Pheasant. Bugger to photograph, as the field of green heightened the light reflecting off every brushstroke in practically every direction.

Pheasant, oil on canvas, 49.5cm x 59cm.

Wraybot.

...or Chainlink Wray.

A robotised version of this noise:

Olympibots 3: inked and coloured.

Triplebot, hurdlebot, shotbot and wigbot, inked and coloured.

Triplebot.

Hurdlebot.

Shotbot.

Wigbot.

Yes, the triplebot is Belgian. For no better reason than I've seen a lot of the Belgian national cycling jersey on TV and it's lovely:

Olympibots 2: pencils.

The other two, also at pencils stage.

Triplebot

Hurdlebot.

Pencils: Olympibots.

A preview at the pencils stage. There are four in all.

Shotbot.

Wigbot.