Richard the Bird, our little visitor, returned home to his humans today. They’re back from their travels and picked him up this evening so I had a final few scribbles. He’s been with us for a month and we’re missing the little tyke already. He’d gotten used to us and treated Husb like some sortContinue reading “Bye Bye Birdy”
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Manier Noir in Ynyshir
I spent the day at the fabulous Workers Gallery and Workshop in Ynyshir in the Rhondda Valley. I did a one-day drawing residency, working on a manier noir drawing based on photographs I took of the Berlin Holocaust Memorial in the snow a couple of years ago. A lot of people came in to seeContinue reading “Manier Noir in Ynyshir”
Not Noticed
I scribble into my sketchbook more or less every day. Find a place, take a few minutes and scribble. It’s good practice and mostly I’m not noticed. I used a graphite stick into my A5 hardback sketchbook.
Bird In A Huff
I had a sneaky digital scribble this evening, looking at Richard the Bird through the bars of his cage as he glared malevolently back at me with his yellow beady eye. He was having a hissy fit because I gave him a fresh raspberry, foraged at the local supermarket, but he wanted Husb, the parrotContinue reading “Bird In A Huff”
Bird Proof
Richard the Bird, Senegal parrot, is still holidaying with us, so we’ve been looking at parrot websites to make sure we know what we’re doing. The birds need to come out of their cage every day for exercise. This means that I have to take protective measures since the biting incident a few days ago.Continue reading “Bird Proof”
Scribbles At The Pictures
Husb and I went to the pictures this morning to see the new Russell Crowe film, The Water Diviner. It’s a very good film, quite sad, a one-and-a-half-hanky film. I can cope with that much crying, but anything more than a three hanky film is one I won’t watch again. I had a quick scribbleContinue reading “Scribbles At The Pictures”
A Life Of Its Own
Three years ago I visited Berlin, the temperature was around minus 20 degrees C and there was a couple of feet of snow everywhere. I went to the Holocaust Memorial, thousands of black stelae in a grid across the landscape and the deep snow threw ethereal shadows between the columns. I took a lot ofContinue reading “A Life Of Its Own”
Scribbling In Public
I spent today with the 15 Hundred Lives art collective at the Creative Bubble artspace in the city centre. We hold a monthly 2-day public access art event where we use the space to do our own work and invite one or two guest artists to join us as well. We open our doors toContinue reading “Scribbling In Public”
Teeny Tiny Rugby Fan
I scribbled this from a photo I took of our houseguest parrot, Richard The Bird and Husb at the weekend as they were watching the Wales v Ireland rugby international match together. Richard settled happily on Husb’s shoulder, watching intently and fluffing his feathers and shrieking every time Husb shouted or cheered at the game.Continue reading “Teeny Tiny Rugby Fan”
Pirate Parrot
Husb and I have been looking after a relative’s Senegal parrot for a couple of weeks. His name is Richard The Bird. He’s definitely a man’s man. He mostly ignores me and sits happily on Husb’s shoulder like a proper pirate parrot. But today for some reason he flew onto me. I was okay withContinue reading “Pirate Parrot”
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