A tribute
Author Archives: Rosie Scribblah
Tribute to Charb.
Originally posted on drawthepublic:
In honour of Stéphane Charbonnier, his colleagues, and the police, who lost their lives in the senseless violence that took place in Paris on the 7th of January 2015. It’s difficult to come to terms with the events of that day, perhaps we never will—how can we?
Je Suis Charlie
Scribble Cat
The end of a long, cold, rainy day, busy with loads of admin. I’m sitting half watching a documentary about World War 2 on the telly with Sparta Puss on the stool in front of me. Time for a scribble. I used graphite into my A5 Tate Gallery sketchbook.
Random Sponging
I sponged a load of Khadi handmade paper with Indian ink washes and the heavy texture of the paper created some lovely variations in tone and texture. I was stuck indoors today working at the computer so Husb and I went for a walk this evening, in the dark and drizzle. We went down toContinue reading “Random Sponging”
Paper Love
I love paper! I love it, adore it, when I was little I even ate it! I love to possess as many papers as I can afford. I love to try them out with different media and see what they’re capable of. This is handmade Khadi paper. I doused it with an Indian ink washContinue reading “Paper Love”
Bloke In Pub
Had a quick scribble up the pub tonight. For someone who hardly ever drinks, I’ve been to the same pub twice in 3 days. Tonight we were celebrating the birthday of a dear friend. I didn’t feel like drawing but I force myself to do it, because that’s my job. This bloke was sitting nearbyContinue reading “Bloke In Pub”
Saint Elvis And The Scratch
Husb and I visited some friends in Pembrokeshire today and went walking in the beautiful Presceli countryside. It was chilly but the sunshine was glorious. We passed some fat fluffy horses and I was worried that one of them had caught its tail in a fence. But my country friends explained that it was justContinue reading “Saint Elvis And The Scratch”
Beery, Beardy And Flatulent
Husb and I spent New Year’s Eve dancing the night away at a local nightclub to a groovy Funk disco and a fab Funk band called Disco Panther. Great time but I’m aching all over now. I don’t normally drink alcohol but tried a small bottle of a pale foreign beer with aContinue reading “Beery, Beardy And Flatulent”
The Poppies At The Tower
Back in November, Husb and I went up to London to meet up with friends and do a few exhibitions – the Egon Schiele at the Courtauld and the Grayson Perry at National Portrait Gallery – fabulous. We also trekked across the city to go and see the extraordinary installation Blood Swept Land And Seas OfContinue reading “The Poppies At The Tower”
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