Painterly

David Hockney was in the news today - rescued by firefighters from a stuck lift in a hotel in Amsterdam.

Which got me thinking about listening to Hockney years ago. He was talking about his (fantastic) watercolour paintings of the Yorkshire Wolds. When people paint trees, the leaves are green, and the trunks and branches brown. But when you actually observe, they aren’t like that at all. For a start, the trunks are often surprisingly green.

The same applies to buildings. A child would not paint a green church. But in my damp part of the world, that is the actual colour of the thinly lichened stone, especially those elevations in the shade.

And after days of unseasonable weather we are back to our usual grey dampness,