Dad-in-law almost got out of hospital today, but a last minute cough foiled his escape bid, so I get to keep on drawing patients and visitors for a little while yet. These two chatting away in the corner had quiffs and may have been Teddy Boys when they were younger – they’re about the rightContinue reading “Talking Heads”
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Am I A Voyeur?
Visiting the hospital so frequently gives me the opportunity to sketch new people. It’s a bit uncomfortable at times because I wonder if I’m being voyeuristic. I censor myself to a degree; I won’t draw anyone who is obviously in distress or is terminally ill, but also, I don’t let them know I’m drawing themContinue reading “Am I A Voyeur?”
I’m Not Swag!
I’m not Swag. Nor is Husb. We’re too old to be Swag according to our thirteen year old great niece. There we are then. After putting us firmly in our place, she made an apple pie to take to her Great Grandad who’s been in hospital for a month now. It was very good. SwagContinue reading “I’m Not Swag!”
Stuff Behind My Eyes
Had a day away from the studio today to catch up on admin and do things I’d been putting off for a while, like getting an eye test. I’ve been squinting for a good while now and need new specs so finally got round to it today. I like the bit when the optician shinesContinue reading “Stuff Behind My Eyes”
Albert Hall, Egon Schiele And A Birthday Boy.
Another unusually hot and sunny day in Swansea so I took advantage of the second floor fire escape again and drew another aspect of the rooftops, focussing on the top of The Albert Hall in Cradock Street which is next door to the other Elysium studios and gallery. It opened in the 1860’s as aContinue reading “Albert Hall, Egon Schiele And A Birthday Boy.”
Welsh Cakes, Swansea Jack And Ladies Who Lunch.
Managed to catch Husb’s cold so I wasn’t feeling too good at the studio this morning; by midday I had an urge for hot chocolate and a Welsh Cake – unusual because I don’t have a sweet tooth but I’ve noticed that I like chocolate and cakes much more when I’m unwell. I wandered downContinue reading “Welsh Cakes, Swansea Jack And Ladies Who Lunch.”
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”
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