Yesterday was a curlew day - I spent a chunk of it in Yorkshire, in a swathe of the county east of Grassington, admiring rock formations and the intense green of the landscape (well watered, I'd say); bright creamy sheep and windswept thorn trees; high, elegant stone bridges and those incredible geodesic thingies, like scifi puffballs, at Menwith Hill. And curlews - a scattering of them throughout the day, standing on walls beside the road and flying across the moor, so that somehow they came to define it. Which was lovely, full of bright, unsummery sunshine (it had the quality of an unexpected brilliantly sunny day in autumn). I made my cautious way along slightly too narrow roads (but with plenty of places to pass, so I wasn't too fraught) that switchbacked into and out of ridiculously steepsided valleys - hills like upturned pudding bowls - and passed through cool woods and ran over chattering rivers and squeezed (barely) over more than one of those elegant bridges. I stopped off at Pateley Bridge (alas, mostly closed on thursdays) and would have liked to investigate Brimham Rocks but decided that would have to wait for another day.
Because in the evening I was going to the opening of '20' - the latest Hot Bed Press exhibition, again in Warrington but this time at Warrington Art Gallery (the art gallery and museum are always worth a visit). It's in a long, elegant (that word again) gallery painted palest cool dove grey with a single wall in intensely deep pink, cerise? I'm not quite sure. Excellent show, full of excellent prints, and on till September 16th - please go along and enjoy it.
I make prints and book arts, though nowhere near as often as I'd like - no good reason, just an inability to get on with things. I occasionally go on about landscape (with which I am mildly obsessed) and various of its elements, and I like to pass comment on exhibitions I visit.