Another bout of insomnia so I grabbed my little black sketchbook and scribbled away at Husb while he slept. It didn’t get me off to sleep but I had a chance to sketch him from an unflattering angle. Drawn with white conte crayon into a Daler Rowney spiral bound black sketchbook.
I’ve spent a couple of days cataloguing my work, a task I’ve been putting off for ages. I’ve rediscovered pieces I’d completely forgotten about, like this block print I made some years ago. I went through a phase of cutting nudes in lino and then went off it. I don’t know why. Now I’ve found this again I really like it. Printed onto Zercoll 145 gsm paper with Intaglio Printmaker relief ink.
Gorgeous evening after days of torrential rain so Husb and I headed to the beach for a paddle. It’s great living so close to the sea; I spent a few years living inland and I really missed it. When I came back at the weekends I could taste the tang of salt in the air when I got off the train. I love drawing kids on the beach. It’s like they’re made of rubber bands, they’re so full of energy and they bounce all over the place. I really liked the Dad who was leading his toddler by the hand for a paddle, so protective.
Drawn into my A5 clothbound sketchbook with faber Castell Pitt drawing pen, size F.
Such excitement this evening as the BBC announced the new Doctor Who. It’s the 50th anniversary of the programme this year and I remember watching the first episode. My sister and I hid behind the settee peeping at the TV through our fingers. Our Mam had never seen us so scared before and threatened to turn it off. We pleaded with her not too. Although we were scared, we just had to carry on watching. Like generations since. And now we are getting the rather lovely Peter Capbaldi as the new Doctor; an older Doctor for women of a certain age 😉
Oh yes. Some art lol.
Some quick scribbles from the beach last week. When we had a summer. Unlike this week of torrential rain.
Had a bit of a paddle down the beach the other day and spotted a group of 6 or 7 young women practicing rugby on the sand. They were athletic and attractive and soon got the attention of a group of lads about the same age who sounded like they were on holiday from England. A small gaggle of blokes broke away from the main herd and circled the rugby-girls like lions stalking wildebeest – David Attenborough’s commentary wouldn’t have gone amiss!
The lads bantered a bit, the girlies giggled a bit and then the lads asked to join in the game. After a bit of a conflab, the girlies agreed and a game started. Well, the women were obviously playing for a team because they TRASHED the lads. It was hilarious.
Greetings bald monkeys. Sparta Puss here. I’ve managed to wrest the pooter box from my trained apes. It’s been a while, but frankly, I couldn’t be bothered to do anything much in this hot weather except lie around in a shady nook and throw a few half-dead rats at my hairless she-ape. It amuses me.
We had a bit of excitement. My fellow goddess, Ming the Merciless had an ingrowing claw, so my bald he-monkey phoned the vetape to make an appointment and he clearly told the vetape that Ming is a complete and utter psychopath and would have to be slipped a Mickey Finn or she would try to murder him. So he agreed and my bald he-monkey took Ming the Merciless to the vetape and when he got there he took her into a room where there was a vetape, a nursemonkey and a Mickey Finn.
Now the thing about Ming is that she is very tiny, very fluffy and has only one eye. And all the hoomankeys think she’s cute. FOOLS! So the vetape said he’d cut her claws without a Mickey Finn and my trained monkey said ‘NO, she’ll go nuts’ but the vetape and nursemonkey were cooing over Ming and ignored my bald ape. So she made them bleed. Lots. That’ll teach ’em.
The she-ape went away to England and came back with a drawing of a foreign cat called Scooter. She is a tabby stripey cat who moves around her house lying in the puddles of sunlight. I like her style.
Just got back from life drawing, it’s 10.30 pm and hot and humid. So I’m off to bed. Goodnight.
They will never take our freedom!!!!!. Hilarious spoof about superpowers in Welsh public life, featuring the Golden Badger of Wrexham.
Had a day at Swansea Print Workshop, working with a group of other artists during Open Access sessions. The organisation receives very little public funding and is mostly run by it’s member / volunteers, so I spent quite a bit of my time there today on the sort of admin tasks that are frustratingly uncreative, but need to be done. I managed to find about 20 minutes, though, to do a bit of sketching and did these couple of scribbles of one of my fellow artists as he was slaving over a hot lightbox.
I used a white conte crayon into a Daler Rowney spiral bound black sketchbook, size A4. I find it quite hard to work from black to white but I like the result. The top one is the better likeness, they were both drawn from difficult angles, but it’s very good practice.
I’m a lifelong insomniac, so this morning at around 5am I thought I might as well use my sleeplessness productively and grabbed a sketchbook from the side of the bed, a black Daler Rowney spiral bound A5, and using a white conte crayon, I scribbled Husb. He could sleep through anything.
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