I discovered the word raineth last year when I visited an art gallery in Penzance.

Shakespeare is credited with the first use of the word.

Raineth absolutely described yesterday. Every outdoor task was served with a side order of precipitation. In the morning, light but penetrating, to-the-bone drizzle. And later in the day, great big plops of the stuff, that seemed to sit on my raincoat in a thick layer of wetmess that then cascaded onto the lower quarter of my trousered legs and boots. Then the fabric of my trousers wicked the water upwards. I was a one woman circular economy of moisture.

Beyond the domestic and the rain I worked on my collage, in the rather pathetic daylight that oozed weakly through the cloud cover.

I sliced up a colour chart made during a course run by-

Source: Tansy Hargan https://share.google/ixUqwAsUBrpLHEmm3

I completely forgot to photograph the colour chart before I chopped it up. It was half of a colour wheel created from a colour mixing  lesson she was teaching. After I had finished it I noticed that  I had almost created a birds head which I embellished for no particular reason. After slicing, I planned to leave the birds head on my cutting room floor because I was creating a cityscape and this is meant to be a wholly abstract collage. But his little beady eye kept looking at me so I wove him in.

Today is another round of sticking and cutting before I create the river, which is another Tansy Hargan test piece. This time I remembered to photograph it before I sliced.

I chose this one because my very wet evening walk  reflected light on cobbles reminded me of this technique of woven collage.

Who knows where the river will take me later today…