Lockdown paintings by Joy Richardson

Joy Richardson

Grandchildren | (J Richardson)
Grandchildren
(J Richardson)
Keeping in touch from a distance | (J Richardson)
Keeping in touch from a distance
(J Richardson)
Harston circular walk | (J Richardson)
Harston circular walk
(J Richardson)
Community orchard | (J Richardson)
Community orchard
(J Richardson)
On the way to Foxton | (J Richardson)
On the way to Foxton
(J Richardson)
River Rhee | (J Richardson)
River Rhee
(J Richardson)
On Rowley's Hill | (J Richardson)
On Rowley's Hill
(J Richardson)
Staying Home | (J Richardson)
Staying Home
(J Richardson)

Paintings made during lockdown

(all in water mixable oils)

Grandchildren

Our three grandchildren are in Australia. We missed our trip to see them in March, and their planned visit to the UK in June. Painting the children from photographs has kept them closely in mind.

Keeping in touch from a distance

I joined in Australian home schooling, from 10,500 miles away, timetabling ‘Learn with Nanna’ sessions and bedtime stories. We exchanged drawings, and I made these sketches from screenshots.

Harston circular walk

Like many people, I have walked the circuit through the fields from Button End and back along the A10. I was captivated by this April view of trees feathering into green while the oil seed rape blazed golden.

Community Orchard

During lockdown, but permitted exercise, we were so fortunate to have walks and open spaces on our doorstep. Walking along the Drift and over to the Community Orchard, I saw daily changes with the blossoming of spring.

On the way to Foxton

I dusted down an old bicycle and took to the roads and cycle paths. On the way to Foxton, I stopped to take in the poppy-dotted fields.

River Rhee

Crossing the bridge on the Haslingfield Road (a kindly cyclist having helped me when the chain fell off my bicycle – again), I stopped to see the gentle flow of the River Rhee, with elderflower studding it banks.

On Rowley’s Hill

Skylarks were singing as I walked up Rowley’s Hill. Surrounded by sweeping views of Cambridgeshire and with blue flax flowers at my feet, I looked out over Harston which was largely hidden amongst the trees.

Staying home

Apart from going out for walks and cycle rides, we went nowhere for six weeks or more. Our garden flourished, and our home became our cocoon, and the base for our virtual life.

This page was added on 26/07/2020.

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