A commission that I completed a few weeks ago. It was for Beccy Mullett’s birthday – this is her and the rest of her winter swimming (and cycling) ‘Pod’, and her friends who are also in this picture commissioned me to draw it for her. Beccy is in the foreground, left of centre. Below are also some of the photos that I put this together from.
I shall be at the Swim Serpentine Event (Hyde Park, London) on September 22nd if anyone would like to ask me about having something similar done, always happy to talk if you have an idea you’d like made into an artwork.
This is a digital drawing, and one of the useful things about that is that I can make multiple prints if required – I only make prints of commissions for the people who commission them, but in this case I made up a large mounted print of this drawing for the birthday girl, and another 7 small ones for each of the other swimmers, who also gave her this as a present.
Last Sunday I got up at 6.30 to fit in a swim in the Marine Lake at Clevedon. The lake water had had a chance to settle, silty brown giving way to translucent veils of green, and the low rising sun was blinding when it cleared the sea wall.
It was a memorable swim which seemed to mark the start of winter swimming, the first swim of the season where the cold induced that sort of quite dreamy state of calm on the last length back, followed by an irrational panic at being alone, and relief when I saw other swimmers appear. I was barely cold but as someone put it today, these are “the irrational thoughts of an open water swimmer”, I wonder if anyone doesn’t get them sometimes.
I never had a chance to complete much of a picture, but I scribbled this down later that evening, lying in bed, and then forgot that I’d done it until I looked in the app again days later. If this is as far as I get, perhaps it can still be worth posting up….
Vobster at sunrise yesterday! Still mist on the water. Ruth and Jim ahead of me and when I looked up to see where they were, all was suddenly blinding golden light.
We had thought if we put on wetsuits we could go twice round. Not making that mistake again! We could, but as Ruth put it: “none of the endorphins, all of the cold!” No shock to the system, but the pinchy cold was appalling on hands and feet. I won’t say l missed the shivering like an idiot afterwards, but next week it’s back to shorter swims in swimming costumes 🙂
Vobster at Sunrise, with Ruth & Jim (there are two heads here and one orange tow float)