Tag Archives: pastels

#Caturday Silhouette 16: More Stripey.

It’s #Caturday Saturday again and here’s a positive silhouette of Bill aka William ChatNoir, our sweet little black rescue cat. She’s on the same background as last #Caturday. It’s Fabriano drawing paper I prepared with a couple of coats of gesso and then dribbled my home made walnut husk ink onto it. When it wasContinue reading “#Caturday Silhouette 16: More Stripey.”

#Caturday (Plus 1) Silhouette 14: Size Matters!

My laptop finally gave up the ghost a couple of days ago, I’d had it about 10 years and it was geriatric. And now it’s properly dead. So I missed blogging for a couple of days but I now have a new laptop and here’s this week’s #Caturday, a day late but better late thanContinue reading “#Caturday (Plus 1) Silhouette 14: Size Matters!”

#Caturday Silhouette 13

It’s that #Caturday time of the week again and here’s the negative silhouette of our little Bill the rescue cat, overlaid onto a quick pastel sketch I did out and about.

Cochyn / Redhead.

Husb and I went to a Seed Talk called “The Science of Psychedelics” by Dr. David Luke at Swansea University yesterday evening. There was a woman in the row in front of me with the most amazing red hair, Cochyn in Welsh, so of course I had to have a scribble. I used my (relatively)Continue reading “Cochyn / Redhead.”

One From The Archives: Bannau Brycheiniog.

Here’s a scribble from an old sketchbook, a walk on Bannau Brycheiniog (Brecon Beacons) on a sunny but misty afternoon about 8 years ago. I used a range of grey pastels mostly on their side into a black ringbound sketchbook.

Eryri: Sketch And Film.

Here’s the last of my Eryri sketches, as we left the mountains on our journey back to the coast and Caernarfon. This vista had an extraordinary bright torrent of waterfall tumbling down the dark rocks, set against a strangely gleaming sky. Husb recorded this short film of me drawing on the little steam train –Continue reading “Eryri: Sketch And Film.”

Eryri: 5

Travelling back from Beddgelert on the little steam train, the storm was lifting and although the winds were still high, the rain stopped and a strange light flooded Eryri, backlighting the mountains. I worked very quickly into my black sketchbook with Sennelier and Daler Rowney soft pastels, held on their side flat against the paper,Continue reading “Eryri: 5”

Eryri: 4.

After a steep and spectacular climb up the mountains, Husb and I had a break in Beddgelert and the storm eased off while we were there. We strolled through the historic village and were stunned by the ferocity of the two rivers that meet there, Afon Colwyn and Afon Glaslyn. The recent storms had createdContinue reading “Eryri: 4.”