Category: painting

  • Opening Evening!

    Opening Evening!

    Such a lovely evening last Thursday, for the preview of Craggs & Fells at Heart Gallery. Sunshine was promised, but never materialised. Which makes it all the more amazing that this lovely and determined lady pitched up at lunchtime to bag her place at the front of the queue.

    The Heart Gallery Dream Team were ready with the warm welcome and the Prosecco…. Ready for action Mandy and Bart? Others seemed to be a little camera shy on Thursday!

    Cold outside. Warm and colourful inside.

    I have to introduce you to my own dream team: My Studio Fairy Nancyann (who never likes having her photo taken) is holding my little boy. And this is Rob from Knight Graphics who does all my lovely Giclee prints, and Vince from Abacus, my brilliant framers. I’ve been very demanding these last few weeks. I know they all know how much I appreciate what they do.

    And then the Fell Runners came. Turns out they scrub up quite well too. I usually only see this lot in mud spattered running gear!

    The exhibition will be at the gallery until July. Details of all the paintings are here.

  • Inspired by the Fells…

    Inspired by the Fells…

    So, this is what we’re hanging tomorrow, ready for Thursday’s preview at Heart Gallery: I hope you like them…

    All my pictures are done on watercolour paper in a combination of inks, acrylics, gouache, watercolours, gold thread, 23 carat gold leaf, coloured pencil and sometimes some pastel too, for good measure.  Really I like to use beautiful colours, in whatever pot, tube, bottle or stick they happen to come in!

     

    Break in the Clouds
    Framed Size:106 x 87cm  –  £ SOLD

    The Piece Hall
    Framed Size:106 x 87cm  –  £ SOLD

    Late Summer
    Framed Size:87 x 106cm  –  £ SOLD

    Mr Fox
    Framed Size:72 x 103.5 cm  –  £ SOLD

    Friday Morning
    Framed Size: 147.5 x 87.5cm  –  £ SOLD

    Races at Fountains Abbey
    Framed Size:760 x 50 cm  –  £ SOLD

    Lumb Bank
    Framed Size:73.5 x 100 cm  –  £3700

    Visiting Erica
    Framed Size:147.5 x 87.5 cm  –  £ SOLD

    Nest Building
    Framed Size:44.5 x 46.5 cm  –  £ SOLD

    Tea at Gibson Mill
    Framed Size:85 x 85 cm  –  £ SOLD

    9 Tree Studies
    (individually framed)
    Framed Size: 31.5 x 31.5 cm  –  £800 each

    Little Stoodley
    Framed Size:106 x 87 cm  –  £ SOLD

    Princes Street Gardens
    Framed Size: 76 x 47 cm  –  £ SOLD

    Swooping & Diving
    Framed Size:51 x 51 cm  –  £ SOLD

    The preview is on Thursday April 26th, from 6 – 9pm.

    Heart Gallery, The Arts Centre, 4a Market Street, Hebden Bridge  HX7 6AA

    For queries, either contact the gallery
    01422 845845  hello@heartgallery.co.uk
    or me
    gallery@katelycett.co.uk

    The exhibition runs til July 1st

    Everyone welcome!

     

  • Craggs & Fells. It’s very soon!

    Craggs & Fells. It’s very soon!

    It really is – only a week to go. Last night I had my first anxiety dream. Heart Gallery had put my work in the basement, 3 floors below, and the lights weren’t working. I’d forgotten to get changed. Someone gave me a baby to carry that was screaming and in need of a change. I had one a few years ago where, upon going to to the framers to collect my work, found that he’d mounted them all on black sugar-paper, like in GCSE Art…

    Anyway – lighting, basement steps and screaming babies allowing, Craggs & Fells is a new exhibition of paintings inspired by running in the Calder Valley.

    This one is called ‘Visiting Erica’.

    Erica is a very noisy and territorial grouse on Shackleton Knoll. My friend Helen named her – Erica meaning ‘Heather’. It’s a particular running route with a steep climb to wonderful views. From the knoll you can see Pecket Well, Heptonstall and Stoodley Pike. That may even be Pendle Hill in the far, far distance. I’d like to think it was as a group of us once ran through the night from Pendle Hill to watch the sun rise at Stoodley Pike for my 40th birthday.

    And this one is ‘Friday Morning’ – a regular Friday route when I skive from the studio if I’ve worked hard the night before.

    This is along the Widdop road towards Slack. The two hares are my steadfast running companions Gloria (the white hare) and Gill (the purple one). We three ran our first Ultra on Saturday! 40 miles of the Calderdale Hike.

    And here are ‘Mr Fox’, ‘Little Stoodley’ and ‘Lumb Bank’.

    There are 12 paintings and 9 small tree studies.

    The exhibition preview opens at 6pm on Thursday April 26th. Please come a long. It’s at the lovely Heart Gallery where there will be wine and lots of colour. Hopefully not a screaming baby, and hopefully I will have remembered to get dressed…

     

  • Tree Treasure Books

    Tree Treasure Books

    I’ve made something new! I like little things. I also love handmade books and origami; so this is all sorts of things I love…

    These images were inspired by a camping trip in Brittany last year. I spent a lot of time looking up through the branches of trees and did some little watercolours on the beach with Hattie.

    I began with 4, but kept on adding them as they were such fun to do.

    Each folding book is made up of 8 giclée printed panels on heavy watercolour paper. The front cover has a gilded block signature, and a ribbon to tie it up in it’s matchbox style slide-opening box. Folded up it’s 12cm x 12cm. Opened right up is 108cm. They are available to buy now in the shop.

    Display it on a mantelpiece, or keep it in its box. My Auntie Ann (I sent her the prototype for her recent significant birthday) described as ‘a little explosion of joy!’

     

  • Birds Eggs

    Birds Eggs

    A couple of Saturdays ago I started the weekend in a very black mood. A combination of another wet, cold weekend, without light in the valley, and probably some squabbling children. I took myself out of the house and found this little ‘Observers Book of Birds Eggs’ in an antiques shop. Those little range of books are so lovely; i remember them from when I was small. It gave me a little idea.

    The nest is one I found in the courtyard last year; blown down from the ivy on the old mill chimney. It’s full of turquoise fibres and threads. I don’t know who it belonged to, but it was a bird with an eye for colour (The egg doesn’t belong with the nest. It was found separately. I just keep it in there).

    So, with no particular end in mind, I started my little Birds Eggs project, to try and encourage in the Spring.

    Cutting out the eggs from scraps of painted papers

    and arranging them like eggs in specimen cases. Hattie asked why they were pointing the wrong way up (I said they always go that way up in books (but I don’t know why!))

    Looking through the books I found that I had more interesting papers than there were colourful eggs, so we all sat round and made up birds names! I used colour charts and bird books for inspiration too. There are lots of real birds in there, but made up ones too.

    An egg is all possibility. Who know what a Ringed Spiggot looks like? Or a Red Banthorp? Actually, a red Banthorp would be short and plump, with a black cap and a angry temper; he’s named after a particularly frightening teacher from primary school.

    A Jellicoe is named after a teacher too. One with a penchant for pink shirts. Bemily is a little girl I know and Little Jayne is her Mum. They’ve moved away and I miss them.

    I will get on with some proper work now. But that was fun…

  • Lets go to Whitby

    Lets go to Whitby

    The last week of the Christmas holiday was grim and grey, but the forecast for the last weekend looked suddenly bright and cold. We all bundled in the car to the East coast in search of some Whitby air to blow the Christmas cobwebs away. I always think that the last minute trips are the best kind. No expectation. No plans. Everything is a bonus.

    I love winter light on the sea. That spectacular cloud is a hail storm heading in our direction…

    After a night in the youth hostel (where the kids were thrilled because they ALL got a top bunk) we spent Sunday in Robin Hoods Bay.

    I’ve painted a new little piece, called ‘Gulls’ I think:

    I sat far too close to the edge of the cliff to take photos for this. I made everyone nervous, especially me.

    This is going to the Inspired By Gallery at the North York Moors Visitors Centre in February, as part of their Dark Skies exhibition.

  • Just a little bit of painting…

    Just a little bit of painting…

    At this time of year the studio is busy with orders from customers and galleries. Which is lovely! I love to be busy. But yesterday I skived…

    My last exhibition in my home town of Hebden Bridge was in Spring of 2015, and my next one will open at Heart Gallery on April 26th 2018. It’s called ‘Craggs & Fells‘ and is all to be beautiful, local pieces…

    In a busy house where everyone likes to talk at once, I sometimes run just to be still. Through the bogs and Bracken, in the sunshine and the snow, I’ll play out on the hills. Within a few minutes a hill will turn from black to gold, and then disappear altogether behind an on-coming squall.

    This one is the view on the way to Stoodley Pike, over Swillington Farm. I was running with friends last spring and saw this beautiful break in the clouds on an otherwise foggy wet evening.

    This is the other large piece I’ve completed; of the stepping stones down at Hardcastle Craggs. There’s gold leaf on those stepping stones so they glint in the light.

    Yesterday I was finishing with this one, which is a view from near Hell Hole Rocks down to Mytholm Steeps. It’s very small. Sometime I play with creating textures on watercolour papers first and see what the marks want to do. It’s a lovely, free way to work.

    And lastly (I work on quite a few pieces at once as the layers of wet ink take so long to dry), here’s work in progress on a painting of the mill pond behind Gibson Mill.]

    Christmas production will resume this afternoon, but it was nice to have a break and get a bit painty.

  • Bookbinding in Edinburgh

    Bookbinding in Edinburgh

    I love notebooks. I’ve always loved them, and my girls have inherited my obsession. If we go to the wonderful bookshop at Saltaire, Hattie will circle the stand with the beautiful notebooks, picking each one up, and putting it down before spending several weeks pocket money on something tiny and exquisite that’s too precious to write in!

    This weekend I went to Edinburgh to begin to learn how to make my own.

    Rachel Hazell does the most amazing courses, taking people on adventures to Iona or Paris to create bookish works of art. My course was just about learning structures. I wanted to learn a skill that I could develop my own way. I spent 2 days sitting in a studio with 6 lovely girls all going giddy over paper, waxed linen thread and washi tape. I wish I’d taken more photos, but we were just so busy! We learned a long stitch, Secret Belgian (wonderful name!) and Case binding. I can take credit for only one of that lovely row of colourful books above; that’s the Secret Belgian binding. The Case Binding (far right) I promised to make for Hattie. If you’ve a chance, check out Rachel’s wonderful blog

    It was so nice to be in Edinburgh on my own (sorry family). I got up before daylight on Saturday and ran up to Arthur’s Seat to watch the sun rise.

    It was a good way to start the weekend. I’ve also been working on a little Edinburgh painting to turn into a lantern. I’ve been working from sketches I did at the festival a couple of summers ago, but I needed inspiration for the light and colour. Edinburgh is just beautiful…

    Here’s progress so far…

     

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  • A Fathers Day Blog Post

    Fairly safe in the knowledge that my Dad doesn’t ‘do’ social media, and therefore is unlikely to ever see this, I though I’d tell you a bit about my Dad.

    He’s not a playing football, rough and tumble kind of Dad. He never was. He had a book lined study, one where we were expected to knock on the door before we entered. To be in trouble with Dad was to really be in trouble, though he rarely raised his voice. His disapproval was quite enough. Dad was teacher where I went to school and friends were all a little afraid of him. An archetypal Victorian Dad. Strict, in many ways. But I’ll tell you two things.

    My Dad once said “You’re not well read, but you’ve been well read to”. And he’s right. He read to my younger sister and me till we were about 14 I think. We started with the usual things like Winnie the Pooh, The Lord of the Rings, and we read the children’s classics like Kidnapped and Treasure Island. My sister had all the Little House on the Prairie books. I think the last book he read me as a teenager was Nicholas Nickleby. Moonfleet was one I remember as Elsevier Block dies in a shipwreck at the end and my sister was inconsolable. At her request, he read it again a while later and tried to change the ending. She insisted that he finished it properly, which he did, and she was just as distraught a second time.

    I love to read to my children. The twins are now old enough to have chapter books and we’ve just finished The Butterfly Lion. It made Robin sad. Daisy is harder to move. My eldest daughter is a book worm and devours books in a way I never did at her age. Even so, I know from my Dad that being read to is a very different thing. It was lone time, and time to paint pictures in my mind while he read. I’ve just finished reading her Goodnight Mr Tom. I cried more than she did when Zach died, even though I knew it was coming.

    The other hugely important thing that my Dad did for me was to teach me about paintings. He’s not artistic himself, though I suspect he could be if he tried. I’ve seen his drawings from when he was at junior school, before the boys and girls were divided; art for the girls; technical drawing for the boys. In my teenage years Dad and I used to visit art galleries and look at the collections of old paintings. He taught me how to read a painting; how a painter would lead your eye across a painting. How shapes and shadows and blocks of colour were all there to pull you in. It’s an unusual thing for a father and teenage daughter to do; but I never really liked doing the things that usual teenagers do. We still do it now, Dad and I. There was a lovely family holiday this year in Vienna for his significant birthday and we played hooky a few times. I remember a game we used to play – still do! – where you have to choose a favourite, the silliest, and the one you’d like to take home.

    (I made this for Dad at Christmas. An advent calendar with a treacle toffee and a minor character from Trollope’s ‘Palliser’ novels. They have the best names)

     

    So, safe in the knowledge that he won’t read this, I want to say that I know how very very lucky I’ve been.

  • All is calm

    All is calm

    Surprisingly calm actually. The last paintings are done and now with the framer. I’m delivering the work to the gallery tomorrow, and the exhibition opens on Saturday morning at 10am. I’m stitching prints today. The children are all in school, and my lovely Mum is in the kitchen making soup. I’m sure things aren’t usually this calm with only four days to go.

    This is the Kilburn White Horse. I finished it at the weekend:

    The Kilburn White Horse

    I love White horses. My Granny lived near the Westbury White Horse in Wiltshire and I remember clambering across – even sliding down it – when I was small.

    I’ve also completed these three smaller ones of the North Yorkshire coast.

    Catch Your Breath

    Whitby

    Staithes

     

    Fossiling

    We had a lovely family holiday there in October. Bright, cold days collecting treasure on the beaches. My little boy calls it ‘Treasuring’, which I think is a lovely word!

    I dropped into Abacus Framing yesterday to see what was ready. They’re done a beautiful job and I am so excited about Saturday!