Had a busy morning in London earlier in the week and ended up at one of my favourite places, a tiny tearooms called Ruskins tucked away down Museum Street, opposite one of my other favourite places, The British Museum. I was footsore and tired and badly in need of a nice cuppa tea tea andContinue reading “Footsore And Florentines”
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I’m back – St. Paul’s – The Aftermath
I’ve been away for a couple of days and really missed blogging. Had a chance of a quickie visit to London and couldn’t resist the lure of buying some new supplies at Intaglio Printmaker and immersing myself in The British Museum. But that was the next day. I travelled up late afternoon and wentContinue reading “I’m back – St. Paul’s – The Aftermath”
An Exploding Corpse In Charcoal
Today I was forced right out of my comfort zone. I normally scribble away in tiny ink pens into tiny sketchbooks but this morning I enrolled onto a creative drawing workshop led by Keith Bayliss, whose exhibition, The Enclosed Garden is at Mission Gallery in Swansea. After some warm-up exercises on A1 paper usingContinue reading “An Exploding Corpse In Charcoal”
Freezing In Berlin: Dots On Film
A couple of years ago I visited Berlin during one of the worst winters we’ve had in a long time. Of course, while Britain more or less shut down at the sight of snow, the German’s just threw more clothes on, gritted the roads and pavements and carried on. The temperature was awful – theContinue reading “Freezing In Berlin: Dots On Film”
The Artist Speaks And Wales Wins
Above: Scribbled heads and notes on installing artworks in a three dimensional space and how it alters them. Husb and I visited the Keith Bayliss exhibition at the Mission Gallery again today for a talk by the artist. It was a good opportunity to scribble plenty of faces as well as to listen to aContinue reading “The Artist Speaks And Wales Wins”
Cat Goddess At The Old Museum
Babysitting again today so took my young nephew to Swansea Museum, the one that the poet Dylan Thomas described as ‘the museum that should be in a museum’ because it’s such a quintessentially Victorian museum, so very typical of its era. We went up to the Egyptology exhibit, because small children seem to be fascinatedContinue reading “Cat Goddess At The Old Museum”
Silent Heads And A Silent Movie
Didn’t get a chance to blog yesterday because after the studio, I went with Husb to Cardiff for a seminar on social networking research. Interesting data, surprising how YouTube is far more popular than Twitter in Wales. Seminars and conferences are great places for head studies, because people tend to be very still andContinue reading “Silent Heads And A Silent Movie”
Experiments On The Dark Side
I’m an unashamed printmaker and scribbler and I don’t paint. Don’t get it, don’t understand it, don’t like canvas and brushes. Give me squeegees and rollers and barens and presses any day. So I thought I’d enter an international painting competition. Yeah, I go looking for trouble. So I decided I’d try and construct aContinue reading “Experiments On The Dark Side”
Curry, Faggots And Mushy Peas
We have a regular babysitting slot looking after one of our great-nieces after school each Monday and this week she had a treat, dinner at The Vojon, our local curry-house [for fans of The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy, that’s just one letter away from the worst poets in the Universe]. I sketched usContinue reading “Curry, Faggots And Mushy Peas”
A Jar A Cat And Tasmanian Sleep Balm
I drew a still-life yesterday and I thought I’d continue the theme for a while. Almost all my work is based on the human form so it’s a bit of a challenge for me to do something else and the still-life genre is an historical one and it’s good to keep up traditions, in myContinue reading “A Jar A Cat And Tasmanian Sleep Balm”
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