Eric Ravilious loved the edgelands. He would stake them out beforehand on his bike, plan his trip, often get up before dawn and take himself to where nobody else had cause to be – deserted yards of old Sussex buses, empty harbours, Brecon waterwheels. Then he would sit there for hours. He would take his drawings back to his studio and again he would sit for hours, working them into watercolours, layering wash upon wash, stippling, hatching, scalpelling, applying himself to the paper. There is a silence to his work, a stillness that is almost surreal. (Ravilious was influenced by Paul and John Nash; Paul especially dabbled with surrealism, which was flaring across Europe at the time.)

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