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A hunky male model and electrocuting fleas.

2 Aug

Hunky male model

 

I fancied doing some life drawing but it wasn’t life drawing group night so I borrowed Melvyn’s childhood Action Man, set up a floodlight and posed the little chap on a stool while I did this ink drawing of him. Best model I ever had – didn’t move a muscle. He’s got really big feet and weird ankles though and his boiler suit is quite threadbare. For the tecchies, I used Faber Castell Pitt drawing pens onto 200gsm watercolour paper.

 

We recently bought an electric fleazapper comb as part of our advanced weaponry against the appalling plague of cat fleas we’ve endured this year. Loads of households, including ours, are now immune to Frontline so we’ve started using a new prescribed medication from our vets. Alongside that we’ve sprayed the house with deadly poison; we’re hoovering top to bottom every day; and we’re combing the cats daily with our fleazapper. Unfortunately, the cats are not in the least bit grateful – I have the scars to prove it! Our little nephews think it’s cool though. Gruesome.

A Stroppy Cat, Kathe Kollwitz in Berlin, The Best Apple Strudel Ever

26 Jul
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Just enough time for today’s quick blog after having a fight with a small furry cat over a flea comb. She won. Ouch!

 

We visited the Kathe Kollwitz museum during our Berlin trip. I’ve loved her work for many years and I think she’s one of the greatest artists of the twentieth century. I defy anyone to go around the gallery and not cry – her work is profoundly moving. She suffered the tragedy of losing her son in World War 1 and her grandson in WW2 and her war memorial, ‘The Grieving Parents’ in the Vladsio German War Cemetery is imbued with a terrible sadness and hopelessness. I did a quick sketch of one of her tragic prints, which she did between the two World Wars; it shows the terrible living conditions in Germany that were partially responsible for the rise of the Nazis. Moving and chilling at the same time.

 

We went out into the sculpture garden at the back of the museum and a path in the deep snow led to the National Institute of Literature next door, which had a conservatory style restaurant. We had hot Nuremburger sausages and sauerkraut followed by the best Apple Strudel we’ve ever tasted, served with sweet, hot vanilla custard. The ancient friendly waiter led us out through the main building to show us the wonderful Art Nouveau hallway and landings that had survived the War, covered in exquisite mosaic and stained glass.

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