For Less Than ??? and help provide clean water to xxx Africans... Every country has its beauty spots, well known to inhabitants and visitors alike - so has Scotland. Amidst the magnificent area in Scotland where Highland meets Lowland are the Trossachs. This area holds some of the most exciting spots to me as an artist - one in particular is the Lake Of Menteith. My name is Laura Newbury. I have spent many hours on the shore of the Lake of Menteith, in Stirlingshire, drawing in my sketchbooks in all weathers, at all times of year. Often it's that same clump of trees I draw, that bumpy silhouette of the Menteith Hills, the ripples, reflections, boats, shadows, cloud, storm, changing light, changing colour --- never standing still. The only thing constant here is change itself. Change can hardly be captured in paint!. So is any painting I make of this place, simply illusion? What is it that artists have to offer their customers? What do I have to offer, as an artist? And why is it that so many people still buy paintings and other artworks in these times of home computers, digital photography and easy image manipulation ... right in the midst of credit crunch? Why do I continue to spend hours by a lake shore freezing with cold, in wind, rain and sun, making coloured marks with a tuft of hog hair or sable on the end of a stick dipped into pigment, and dabbed or streaked onto canvas or paper? Are we artists mad to believe we can make something of value from these materials, or are we truly magicians? It's not seldom I ask myself such puzzling questions. Yet often the aswer remains the same: 'It's magic.' I believe it is real magic which makes me return to paint here at Lake of Menteith, time and again. It's the same magic which may also intrigue you to look with any degree of interest or curiousity at my work. There is a moment I try to capture which has something to say about this place. You alike, may search the images for something to captivate your imagination. The artist takes to paint the landscape, so the image is never of one moment encapsulated in one image, as in a snapshot, but a vast number of impressions overlaid in one interpretation. Each brushstroke is a choice - each colour is a choice: I look at the water. It is somewhere between grey and metal and shine. I gaze down at the white page, then up again. Now the water is cerulean, but the wind blows across and the water changes to indigo. Even the page changes colour. I try to paint the change and it is impossible, yet somewhere within that impossibility, now and again I capture something of the spirit of this particular place. As I dwell here for some time, the whole sky changes too. The sun moves across the sky, the wind rises - it is all alive and I am part of it, feeling its aliveness. I try to covey this mysterious explosion of emotion on canvas or paper. Sometimes it is a brief, almost abstract impression, as in my painting of 'Reflections on the Lake of Menteith.' Sometimes I spend a long time overlaying detail upon detail. People come over in cars - drift down to the pebbly beach. They stand and stare, trying to capture the spendour. They capture their memories of past visits. They tell me they have been coming to this spot for years - just as I have. They came with their children when young - as I did. Picnics, swims, fires, photographs were the norm. Initials and love hearts still carved on beech trees on the bank - carved before our time. It's all exactly the same. They feel exactly the same as before. In my sketchbooks I never tire of drawing the same clump of trees, mysterious in the summer shade ... the same Ben Lomond; the same Menteith Hills; the Islands; the shining surface. As I paint here, I throw out a prayer of gratitude which joins with the vibration of nature itself. This is a serene landscape, amid history of bloody clan feuds and cattle raids, with its Island and Priory. It viabrates with the prayers of the ages. The lapping of water, fluttering of leaves, wild cry of the swan, smells of fauna, water and wet earth - all mingle in a timeless celebration of this small and precious fragment of Scotland. The magic is not in the paper or the colours in themselves, but somewhere within the impression I made, lives a reflection of this moment in Scotland. You have with you a sweet remembrance. And as you observe this rememberance with your loved ones and your friends, see and feel, as I did, the beauty and appreciation which belongs here resonating with you. These same qualities also belong to you. When you own one of these pages, or one of my small canvases, you own a piece of time - a piece of my time, a piece of my life, and all the times over the past thirty years or so, I have been observing, drawing and painting places in Scotland, known to me. You own a piece of this place, because I made the picture whilst here on this shore in the sun and wind. You own it because I made it for you ... and it remains yours for as long as you wish. You own something with an an impression of the spirit Lake of Menteith, which holds its vibration. This is what I have to offer. Laura Newbury Contact details: Add also: your can't-turn-down offer you wish to make + your guarantee, delivery details, bonuses etc. There's still more work to go into this to create the kind of marketing campaign I think you need to consider - we'll talk about it. You've made a great start! Top | Find # aa09/gen128copy3 |
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