London

I spent yesterday in London with my friend and colleague Dot for a series of preliminary meetings about my planned exhibition, provisionally entitled Breast Cancer Life.

I'll be reporting more here as planning progresses.

Crew

The documentary-makers have made a return visit. This time filming in my studio.

On Friday I've got some meetings in London about the forthcoming exhibition/s.

Filming

At the end of last week a documentary crew visited to talk with me about my planned travelling exhibition.

We talked about my reasons for drawing women who have received treatment for breast cancer, issues of aesthetics and body image.

They are returning tomorrow to film in my studio, and to continue the discussion.

Angler

On returning to the Stour with my makeshift easel to continue with my river painting today I was spotted by a fisherman some distance away. He initially thought that I was a fellow angler, but realised over time that I was actually a painter - and that in fact I was his sister-in-law.

Dave, like me, spent some of his childhood years in nearby Bryanston village. He knows and loves the Stour and, again like me, visits regularly to sit on its banks.

He fishes. I paint.

We both experience the connection with nature that sitting still in the landscape for a long time brings with it.

A high-quality photograph of the painting can be seen on the front page of my main website: www.harrietbarber.com and also in the Available for Sale section.

Labour Of Love

This week I am at one of my favourite spots on the banks of the river Stour.

I have been sitting out for long periods of time in the bitter cold.

A passing dog-walker remarked "That's a real labour of love".

She was right.

To Her Heart …

I explained in the previous post how I recently set myself up in a beautiful graveyard, observing rooks coming and going from their rookery - and painting a study of them.

Here is the completed studio painting, the photograph above showing the whole painting - and the one below a detail.

The whole experience was quite a powerful one. Despite the expectation that spending time in a graveyard, with the morbid cawing of rooks for company, might be somehow depressing - I found the whole interlude both comforting and reassuring.

We all have to face death at some time, our own, or that of a loved one. The time I spent in the graveyard gave me an opportunity to consider this, while working on a painting.

I titled the work To her heart, bidding it have no fear, an adaptation of the title of a poem by W B Yeats, to reflect the thoughts I had while completing it.

Rookery

I recently started the painting from life (shown in the bottom photograph), by a rookery near where I live. I was sitting near a beautifully evocative graveyard - and I found the whole ambience powerful and inspiring.

This led to the studio painting, which is shown in the first two photographs above - with the currently unfinished in situ painting propped up nearby for reference.