My White Cockerel
In the summer months Rosamund takes her copper plates outside and describes how, when her children were small she would load their ponies up with plates and materials and walk out into the landscape. Now with the ponies gone, she has to work on a smaller scale but as long as the weather is warm enough to work the beeswax and bitumen she will endeavour to etch outdoors.
Rosamund keeps a diary of her time on the moors so that she has a constant reference for her studio, a means of recalling the dark, brackish syrupy bog, the pale silvery lichen, the mauve and the grays, the sheep deep in the heather and the monochrome of the local grit stone walls that are recurrent themes in her work.