Just time for a quick scribble in my sketchbook this evening. This is Ming the Merciless, our little hairy cat. She’s sixteen now and sleeps even more than cats normally do, which makes sketching much easier. Mind you, I’ve never met a cat yet that didn’t like to be drawn, they’re such a bunchContinue reading “Little Hairy Poser”
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Stalking The Prehistorian
Since February, I’ve been stomping across the wild places of South Wales hunting the wild megalith, stalking prehistorian Dewi Bowen and filmaker Melvyn Williams. I’ve been drawing as I’ve gone along and these drawings have just opened in my first solo show at The Workers Gallery in Ynyshir. Melvyn has been filming throughout the months andContinue reading “Stalking The Prehistorian”
Mud, Stones And Ice Cream
Yesterday we trekked up the mountain near Trecastle to visit the Nant Tarw stone circles and cairn. The Bronze Age circles are made up of small, rather insignificant stones and although fascinating historically and culturally, they were not particularly inspiring visually. However, the scenery was absolutely spectacular, with the Fan Brycheiniog face of Mynydd DuContinue reading “Mud, Stones And Ice Cream”
The Cat And The Monkeys
Greetings hairless apes. Sparta Puss here, taking over the pooter box once again. It’s been a while but I’ve been busy, y’know, eating, sleeping, getting a little chunky to keep me warm through the winter, usual stuff. Something called Christmas happened and my bald monkeys gave me a tree to climb and it was fullContinue reading “The Cat And The Monkeys”
Cross And Purring
How can a cat look so cross and be purring at the same time? Husb and I went to see ‘Legend’, the new film about the Kray twins, this evening and when we got back, this is what greeted us. Sparta Puss looking furious but also purring like a train. I think she was reallyContinue reading “Cross And Purring”
Boy Chaos
Husb and I had one of our great-nephews for a sleepover. He’s a delightful 11 year old with a superpower. He spreads chaos wherever he goes. He is Boy Chaos! This is our settee this morning. I have no idea how he managed to get a cushion cover completely off a gigantic cushion almost asContinue reading “Boy Chaos”
Let Sleeping Cats Lie: 2
It’s my chair. Mine. You’d never know it! Sparta Puss won’t give me my chair back! Faber Castell Pitt drawing pens into an A6 sketchbook.
Cats And Dogs
I started a new sketchbook earlier this week, a Peter Pauper Press book called ‘The Cat’s Meow Journal’. That’s Sparta Puss ‘helping’ me to photograph it. Not! The first scribbles are of the two little Patterdale Terriers belonging to Jane Simpson of Galerie Simpson in Swansea. I popped in a couple of days ago andContinue reading “Cats And Dogs”
Cat And Cut
Greetings hairless apes. Sparta Puss here. I have taken control of the bald monkeys’ pooter box while they are distracted. The she-ape was cutting some soft floppy stuff called vinyl just now because she has to print it in the morning and I thought I’d be helpful and lend her a paw. She was notContinue reading “Cat And Cut”
Ratstein!
Sparta Puss here. I managed to get my paws on the pooter box again. My trained monkeys are still busy faffing around after the rat I brought in to entertain myself. Turns out the wily rodent is some kind of genius; the stupid simians have nicknamed it Ratstein after some supposedly clever hoomin scientist. AsContinue reading “Ratstein!”
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