Harcourt, New Brunswick, Canada, graphite pencil and Derwent watercolour pencils on Stillman and Birn heavy watercolour sketchbook
This is from a photo from a friend of mine back home, during a blizzard. I did this sketch up quickly just as a break from pastels. I think I have advanced in my sketching a lot more, I was awful when I started and it’s nice to know I’m improving, with miles to go.
I grew up in this tiny railroad stop of a village and call it my home. I love going back there and visiting with people, nothing seems to change. Which is good, when you live far away. When I paint, I always think that someday I’ll move back and have a real studio and just paint all the time 🙂 the area is known for its moose hunting and is thick with woods and streams. Lots of wildlife there to draw from. I know many wildlife artists are against hunting, but I’m not, people hunt to survive, either by eating or profiting from hunters. There’s nothing wrong with that. Life in the wild is not cozy, it’s full of danger, disease and injuries. Culling the herd is merciful.
I sign my paintings C. Petley for two reasons. My dad’s name was Carl, and my uncles name was Carman. Carman was the first person in our family to attempt painting. We joke that no one in our family has any talents but that’s not true… We excel at low self esteem 🙂 I’ll bet most of my family are very artistic, they were probably just too busy carving out a living and dealing with life to try it. But Carman did, while recovering from a heart attack, and although they were crude folk art style, I always admired that he even tried and his family displayed them proudly at the one and only family reunion. So that’s why I display my family name on my own crude drawings, because of the footsteps planted before me. I hope I do them proud.