Welcome to Anisian Art

I am an amateur artist which started painting some years back.  I use my website to show my art and my doodles and will be using the following posts to show new pieces as I finish them. ENJOY!

The Castle Walls

The Castle Walls, 2020 (Biro Pen)
The Castle Walls, 2020 (Biro Pen)

The sketch was made with a simple biro pen and the following story summarises my thoughts as I visited the beautiful place that is Marvão in Portugal (located near the city of Portalegre, near the border with Spain)

Once upon a time there was nothing here, just geology
A volcano spewing lava throughout the eons and then growing cold
Soil and rock erosion set in to landscape the hills and the valleys
A hill of granite, the cold volcano core, stood out from the flat surroundings
Then humans took notice, it was high ground, a good view
Probably long before any major fighting took place this was already a convenient spot
Then wars; first at tribal level, then between kingdoms
On top of the granite hill a castle was built, with walls protective of inhabitants and property
Overlooking the flatter terrain for best to see the approaching Enemy
Lives were lost or wounded, walls were destroyed, patched, and re-built Until the castle on the granite hill became a sentinel on the border between two Nations
Today the castle stands on the granite hill, peaceful, and appreciated by visitors
And hopefully there it will remain in peace, now that the two Nations are no longer at war

Ercilia Gardner, 19.09.2020

Meadow Brown

Meadow Brown, 2020 (Watercolour)
Meadow Brown, 2020 (Watercolour)

I am a towny, that is a fact. I was born in the countryside but moved to the capital city at the grand old age of 28 days. Never had much dealings with Nature for most of my life, although I always found Nature beautiful, and loved it. It was not until I moved to the UK that I started going for walks with my British husband which in the good british tradition, knows almost everything there is to know about the natural things we come across. Eventually I started taking photographs of everything common and uncommon and try to identify it with his help. And then I try to paint it!

And here it is – a partly eaten Meadow Brown butterfly. A fortunate soul with a bad experience which lived to tell the tale, and which I thought deserved to be imortalised for its eventful life and for helping me in my battle to improve my watercolour skills.

Heron, a Swamp Cam visit

Heron, 2020 (Digital Art)

At the bottom of our garden there is a wild life camera. We call it Swamp Cam because it captures mostly a wet muddy patch with a trickle of flowing water at best. However, we have caught a reasonably healthy number of domestic (the neighbourhood cats, including ours), and various wild creatures, from rodents, to mammals, to birds. Also visiting (we see them, but they are not caught on camera) are those sleek and shy creatures that do not fly low enough to trigger our camera into video action, i.e. bats and owls.

A few weeks ago a Heron visited in the early hours of the morning. He or she was looking for fish in the muddy waters but I am afraid it left disappointed. The Heron’s visit inspired me to create a Swamp Cam series and this is the first in the series. Over time I will be drawing the creatures that visit us.

The Shape of Things Past

Sidmouth Beach, 2020 (Digital Art)

I captured this winter’s evening, driving through Sidmouth, UK last Christmas. The cold evening, the calm sea, the deserted beach, and the sense of openness and freedoom. The calm before the Storm, before we were all forced to mask our smiles and our words.

The beach is still there, the beauty is still there, we are still enjoying it, but we are not the same.

The Swing

The Swing, 2020 (Digital Art)

It does not matter if it is just another walk, on another old native woodland in the UK, something always attracts my attention.

This time, circling around a forested hill just like an ancient defensive moat, there was a deep path, sunken between steep v-shaped slopes with large overhanging beech trees. I wandered around, up and down, this ancient place like a child in wander. It was not until I was high above the path that I noticed the three old Witch-like beech trunks and the swing. There is always a swing in these places. Children, teens, and adults alike have enjoyed this ancient place before me. But this time, the light conditions were such, that below this swing there was an abyss, and the land on the other side was lost in light. And the Witch-trees appeared to say “Beware”…