Author Archives: Rosie Scribblah

Just Some Faces

Just some faces scribbled when I’ve been out and about the place. The older man was scribbled this morning as I was having a nice cuppa with my friend in Waterstone’s bookshop cafe while we were waiting for Illtyd the Charcutier from Pontyates to deliver our sausages and faggots. mmmmmmmmm

The Ghostly Velocette

This evening was a bit overcast but warm, so we took a drive to Oxwich Bay on the Gower Peninsula, one of the most beautiful beaches in Britain set in Britain’s first designated area of outstanding natural beauty – and just a short drive away.There is a long road down to the beach, down aContinue reading “The Ghostly Velocette”

The Man In The Next Bed

  I’m getting quite pally with the elderly man in the hospital bed next door to my relative. He’s what my Nana would have called, ‘Not Backward In Coming Forward’ and quite right too. He’s worked all his life and he’s entitled to what he needs in order to remain independent. His eyesight is nowContinue reading “The Man In The Next Bed”

Still Deads

I spent the day at Swansea Print Workshop doing a short course in subtractive drawing with the new artist-in-residence, Aoife Layton. Pretty hard going, partly because it’s very different to the way I normally scribble, using a fine pen into an A6 sketchbook. Today we used A2 cartridge that had been prepared with three coatsContinue reading “Still Deads”

Grumpy Old Man

Husb needed some new clothes. This meant spending a couple of hours in the city traipsing around the shops listening to him complaining, “They’ve taken a perfectly good jacket and written STUFF all over it!” “Have you seen the state on these trousers! They’re down around their backsides!”. “Look at the cut on these jeans!!!!!Continue reading “Grumpy Old Man”

Fleshpots Of Llandysul

Today we had a drive around West Wales, going to a new exhibition at Waunifor and exploring the fleshpots of Llandysul. Only there are no fleshpots in Llandusyl :). So I wasn’t inspired to do any drawing. That’s an excuse; I just wanted a break. So here’s one I did last week, when the OlympicsContinue reading “Fleshpots Of Llandysul”

Dying, Dozing and Da Vinci

In the last few years of my dear uncle’s life, I’d go round to visit and shout from the front door, “Hello Uncle. How’re you?” He’d shout back, “Dying, but apart from that I’m fine.” The first time he said that, it was like a knife ripping through me and he could see my distress.Continue reading “Dying, Dozing and Da Vinci”

Visible Elders

Back to the hospital visiting routine, keeping an elder relative company. The elderly man in the next bed, although very ill and frail, was having an animated conversation with his visitors, thoroughly enjoying their company. It’s so easy to see elders in a negative way and forget that they have a voice that should beContinue reading “Visible Elders”

The Museum Cat

I wandered into Swansea Museum yesterday and met a gorgeous, large ginger-and-white moggy. She’s a frequent visitor; she lives in the local pub on the corner and trots up to the museum most days and her name is Megan. She sat on the receptionist’s counter for a few minutes, just enough to let me doContinue reading “The Museum Cat”