Tag Archives: #lockdown

The Bandy Legged Ball Of Fur

13 Aug

bandy furball

It’s so hot and humid with thunderstorms and downpours coming and going and we’re dog sitting for a couple of days so Husb and I are trying to take the small hairy one for walks in between the heavy showers. I followed behind the Pooch and the Husb this evening, scribbling into my sketchbook. I had to move fast to catch her as she ran about – she doesn’t do anything slowly. The more I scribbled her, the more I realised that not only is she very furry, she’s also quite bandy-legged. I think I was finally getting somewhere with the last sketch, bottom just right of centre, but I stopped then because I was shattered – it’s so much harder exercising in this weather. The dog is a Pomerpoo ( a Pomeranian Poodle cross) and I drew her with a ballpoint pen.

Baking And Sketching

10 Aug

8 Cwmdonkin

Another evening walk, another sketch in Cwmdonkin Park. There are plenty of trees so I’m in no danger of running out of subjects any time soon. There are lots more people in the park now that lockdown is easing.

 

bread

Earlier, I made bread. And pizza, but that got eaten before I could take a photo.

Fair Pay, Cake And Unicorn Sprinkles

8 Aug

NHS Demo

Husb and I went to our local ‘Support the NHS’ demonstration earlier today, highlighting the unfairness of wages for those that only very recently were being clapped and praised by the government. It was well organised, with people being responsible, maintaining a distance, wearing masks, using sanitiser. Demos are always a good opportunity to sketch crowds, not something I find easy because there’s perspective, proportion and people moving around to deal with.

It isn’t fair that people working in health and social care can earn so little. We’d be screwed without them. Demonstrators brought flowers to lay at the foot of the flagpole outside the Guildhall to commemorate NHS workers who have died of Covid19 over the past few months.

Chelsea cake 21

On a happier note, our eldest great niece is 21 today so Husb and I made her a birthday cake – I did the cake, he did the icing. Four layers of rich chocolate almond cake sandwiched and decorated with chocolate buttercream icing, fresh fruit and unicorn sprinkles on the top. She’s got a thing about unicorns.

Sunflowers Of The Damned

7 Aug

1a Rhosili

People sometimes ask me if I could do them a ‘nice landscape’. My answer to that is that I don’t do a nice anything. Husb and I went down to Rhossili Bay this evening to see the field of sunflowers and I drew them with charcoal into my Khadi sketchbook. The flowers are beautiful, bright and colourful but I chanelled my inner German Expressionist and ended up with the sunflowers of the damned.

1 Rhosili

There was strange weather as well. It was really sunny when we left the city but by the time we reached the beach the cloud had dropped out of the sky and covered the headland and Worm’s Head and created a very odd effect in the sky. It was our first proper trip since lockdown began. We’ve been going walking most days and working our allotment but we haven’t been ‘out out’, although it’s less than 20 miles.

Random Faffing

5 Aug

pastel 2

I’m trying to loosen up and be more spontaneous when I’m making art, I tend to faff around and fuss and get lost in detail and it’s hard for me to just let go. I’m taking a leaf out of the Surrealist artists book and doing some random creative exercises. I coloured a load of paper with pastels a while back, with a few other people, making random marks all over the sheets. I ripped them up and today I just threw them down and photographed them. Digital cameras – brilliant! The background is a sheet of paper I’d brushed with my home-made walnut ink. I don’t know what will come out of this. I’ll carry on and see where it gets me ….. or not.

 

Pantycelyn

3 Aug

1 Pantycelyn

Husb and I took a stroll along the magnificent Pantycelyn Road earlier. It has one of the most beautiful views in Swansea, over the bay to north Devon. I think Pantycelyn means the Holly Bridge in Welsh. I drew quickly with Daler Rowney medium willow charcoal sticks into a Khadi handmade paper sketchbook in the late summer evening sunshine.

Another Yew On Ethical Paper

2 Aug

7 Cwmdonkin

Another lockdown walk this evening and another charcoal drawing of a grand old yew tree in Cwmdonkin Park. There are loads of yews there, gnarled, ridged, wrinkled. Some of them have branches that have grown back into the main trunk of the tree, other branches wrap round the main trunk like they were ivy. I’m drawing into a lovely Khadi hand-made paper sketchbook. The paper is heavy, textured with deckle edges and it’s an ethical company too.

The Old Yew And Rhubarb Crumble

1 Aug

6 Cwmdonkin

Husb and I are still following our lockdown exercise routine most days, even though the restrictions are much more easy going now. It’s a good system that’s kept us going for the past four months so we might as well keep it up. I stopped to do a charcoal sketch into my Khadi sketchbook of this formidable old yew tree in Cwmdonkin Park. It’s gnarled and twisted and the shapes writhing all over, in and out of it, trigger the imagination. If you click on the link, you’ll find information about the childhood of the poet Dylan Thomas’ in the park.

rhubarb crumble 2

I also made a rhubarb crumble – our back garden is a rhubarb jungle – it’s been fantastic this year but I’m running out of ideas for using it up. Luckily it’s popular in my family. I didn’t get to take a photo of it before my nephew got his share – he’s a strapping lad and a massive crumble fan. Husb will see the rest off.

 

Funny Old Day With Plums

30 Jul

plum tarte tatin small

It’s been a funny old day. Quite busy with work, then sorting out my vegetable plants, redesigning my computer station so that I can work standing up, Tai Chi followed by a cold shower with a nod to Wim Hof, the car died and got towed away for scrap, my first reflexology treatment for four months, discovered an unconscious man slumped in a doorway, argument with the woman from emergency services because I wouldn’t touch him – no PPE and it’s a pandemic, he was breathing, no blood, no signs of broken bones, just unconscious –  waited until the ambulance came with staff maxed out on PPE, got a Chinese takeaway.

Then I made this plum tarte tatin. And Husb and I ate it. The plums are from my own little tree in a pot in the garden. The plum fruit moths had them earlier in the season, but I waited for them to leave and apart from a bit of a blemish on the skins, they were fine. I don’t mind sharing. The fruit tasted delicious.

Family, Zoom And Scraps Of Colour

29 Jul

coll 10

Every week since early in lockdown we have had a family quiz with relatives from as far afield as Australia and Ammanford. It’s helped us all to cope, especially when the lockdown was at its toughest, although our Australian family are now in a second lockdown. Zoom came along at the right time.

coll 11

I used up some more leftover paint and paper and had a play with squiggles earlier too. I like the way the heavy Bockingford paper breaks up the paint. I guess I’ll eventually use these scraps in some collages.

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