I haven’t posted for a couple of days because I went and did my back in on New Year’s Eve. OUCH! I’ve never had back pain before, what a shocker! It really stopped me in my tracks for 48 hours and it’s still a bit grinchy. Is that a technical term? 😀 That’s what it feels like now. Anyway, here’s the last sketch I did at The Westbourne just before Christmas, a musical fundraiser for a children’s cancer charity. It’s hard drawing hats on heads, separately they’re fine but together they’re difficult.
Heads And Carols.
Here are a few more heads I sketched at last week’s Christmas Carol and other music performance at The Westbourne pub. There was a great atmosphere with lots of audience participation. I scribbled these quickly with a borrowed Schneider pen, I forgot my usual ballpoint. It gives me a very different line, which took some getting used to, but I think I might invest in one.
Christmas Carols In The Pub.
I went to a nice festive do at a local pub just before Xmas, an evening of live acoustic music. Husb belongs to a choir, Cor Aderyn Du (the Blackbird Choir) who gave a rousing set of medieval carols and there were other performers too. Of course, I had to have a bit of a scribble. Here’s a young singer songwriter who performed a short set of Christmas carols that he’s written, I didn’t get his name, they were lovely. I had forgotten my pen so a friend lent me hers and it was weird drawing with something different. It took me a while to get used to it, but I liked it in the end.
#Caturday: Sketchbook Kitties.
Two Minute Head: 4
Two Minute Head: 3
Two Minute Head: 2
I recently started to do quick sketches of heads from newspapers that I’d cut out and stuck in my scrapbook. Just 2 minutes for practice at getting down the essentials of a face, not the details. It’s good practice. I used to sketch out and about all the time, but I’ve become more reclusive since Covid lockdown.
#Caturday Nadolig Llawen
A Crisp Cold Day.
Another Crisp Cold Night…
It’s another cold, dark wintry night and I’m cwtched on the settee in the warm, marvelling that a few years ago I wouldn’t be at all phased at going out for a walk with my sketchbook. But you know, I’m embracing my age and happily going through my old Winter sketches instead. Here’s one from a particularly cold but crisp night when the moon threw a brilliant light onto Swansea Bay.











