Author Archives: Rosie Scribblah

Faces On The Bakerloo

Here are some more sketches done on tube trains, ideal for people-watching. This young man above was chatting to his friend and didn’t notice me – one of the few people talking on the London Tube! What struck me was his childlike face. His features were scrunched up into a much smaller area, unlike anContinue reading “Faces On The Bakerloo”

I Don’t Often Paint But….

I don’t often paint as I have a printmaker’s brain which I think is wired differently to the painter’s brain. I prefer to draw and I get frustrated by dragging a bit of paint across a surface with a brush. This piece started as a small sketchbook lifedrawing which I then worked up into aContinue reading “I Don’t Often Paint But….”

A New Model! A New Muse!

  I’m a gingery Celt living in a predominately gingery Celtic part of the country so it’s an absolute joy to have a new model from Africa working with our life drawing group.  Swansea has had a fair bit of immigration in the past, as it was a thriving port and is a thousand yearsContinue reading “A New Model! A New Muse!”

Homage To Women Veterans.

  A couple of years ago, my dear friend and neighbout died. She was in her ’90’s and was a veteran of World War Two, leaving her quiet village in West Wales to enlist in the Women’s Royal Naval Service, the W.R.E.Ns. After a posting to the Isle of Man, she was stationed in SwanseaContinue reading “Homage To Women Veterans.”

A Friend, A Kitten And A Lot of Old Prints.

  I was working with an artist friend, we were exchanging modelling hours and I built up a large collection of life drawings of her and started wondering what to do with them, whether they could form the basis of new pieces of work. I also had some large sheets of very good paper thatContinue reading “A Friend, A Kitten And A Lot of Old Prints.”

A Life Lived Fully

  I’ve been sitting with my dear aunt in her nursing home and spending the time drawing her. She mostly doesn’t recognise anyone and stares into space or dozes quietly, but now and again she’ll look directly at me, smile and give me a broad wink before slipping back into quiet isolation. It’s a hardContinue reading “A Life Lived Fully”

Rickety Stairs and Giant Mountains.

  Travelling across Pakistan in a minibus 4 years ago along the Karakoram Highway, we stopped in Kohistan for lunch and a cup of tea. The ‘cafe’ was an ancient wooden building with wobbly rickety stairs on the outside leading to the flat roof. It was unbearably hot inside the dark little shack so weContinue reading “Rickety Stairs and Giant Mountains.”

Heavy Man, Little Women and Huge Corset.

  A load of artists got together in the centre of the city last Saturday to do two hours of disruptive art events, a mostly humourous approach to involving the public in some off-beat art and completely independent of any funding bodies and their agendas.Although the organisers had cleared the event with police and localContinue reading “Heavy Man, Little Women and Huge Corset.”

Three Men’s Heads on a Tube Train

I love to draw on trains because people are so often lost in theeir own world and stay relatively still and don’t notice you drawing them. It also attracts attention from other travellers and I believe that artists should be seen doing art in public. They used to so why isn’t it fashionable any more?Continue reading “Three Men’s Heads on a Tube Train”