Tag Archives: sketchbooks

A Head In The Gallery

16 Oct Male portrait showing character

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Another face scribbled in the gallery the other evening…… always good practice to draw when I’m in an audience ….. using a ballpoint pen into a small notebook …..

 

A Head In The Audience

15 Oct Drawing of a female head from the side with glasses pushed up

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Husb and I went to our local art gallery, the Glynn Vivian, last week to listen to the artist Simon Periton, currently exhibiting at Galerie Simpson, speak about his art practice. Of course, I had to have a scribble……

 

Ghoulies, Ghosties And Bellies

14 Oct Drawing of the torso and head of a belly dancer

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Husb and I checked out a few events at Swansea Fringe last weekend and went to the Waterfront Museum for some readings by two authors who write about ghostly matters, Owen Thomas and Mark Rees.

There was also a spooky appearance by the ghostly Lotus Sisters belly dancing troupe. Of course, I had to have a scribble!

 

 

 

Just a quickie

14 Oct

Just a quickie from the theatre the other evening – sketching someone in the audience …

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Saying Grace

11 Oct

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A couple more quick sketches done at the theatre last night, the Miner’s Theatre in Ammanford where the artist Fern Smith hosted a fascinating event, “Saying Grace“.

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I took the opportunity to have a quick scribble……

 

 

 

A Face At The Theatre

10 Oct

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Went to an event at the theatre this evening and did a bit of scribbling of faces in the audience, but I’m late getting back and I’m really tired, so good night 🙂

 

 

Between The Trees

2 Sep

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Husb and I met up with friends and spent a great day at the “Between The Trees” festival, set in woodlands near Candlestone Castle and the Merthyr Mawr nature reserve, a huge sand dune system. We walked through the dunes in the early Autumn sunshine to the picturesque saltmarsh and back and listened to some of the excellent musicians and I found a fellow scribbler! I did a very quick sketch into my A4 hardbacked book, prepared with brown parcel paper stuck in randomly with Pritt stick glue, using Faber Castell Pitt drawing pens and conté crayon in black, white and sanguine.

 

The Starting Point

18 Aug

The Warrior Turns small

Yesterday I posted about the upcoming immersive art event in Swansea in September – Nawr yr Arwr / Now the Hero. I will be exhibiting some of the work I have been doing over the past decade with a young , now not so young, soldier who is also a life model. I’ve been looking through it all and it’s a big body of work. The starting point is life drawings, which I do most weeks at Swansea Print Workshop.

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From the hundreds of drawings I have in sketchbooks and portfolios, I select some for development, usually into original prints. This one started as a pastel sketch on a canvas sheet and I developed it into a full-colour monotype (see my Techie section for how to do it). Very early on, I started to investigate the idea of The Warrior and this is reflected in the work I’ve done. This was done near the start of our working relationship and it’s called ,”The Warrior Turns To Face The Darkness“.

 

 

Seven Years A Blogging…

21 Jul
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Bobbit sunbathing in a drain!

WordPress sent me a message a couple of days ago to remind me that I had been blogging for 7 years. I’m really chuffed that I’m still at it after all this time and I’ve published about two and a half thousand posts. That’s a lot of art I’ve done and written about. I did my first post  while I was sitting with my elderly cat, Bobbit, as she was dying. I’ve reproduced it here. It still makes me choke up. I had about a dozen readers for my first post and I was so pleased.

“Bobbit came into our family in July 1993 and 17 years later I’m sitting with her as she sleeps her last sleep, dying gently and quietly with familiar sounds and smells and her human and feline companions around her. If she was suffering I’d take her to the vet for euthanasia, but she’s slipping away peacefully and I want her to die here, in her home.

People who don’t have pets don’t get the relationship. A pet shares part of your journey through life and when a pet dies, that part of your journey is over and you take a new route without your companion. Bobbit has been travelling with me for 17 years and now her journey’s nearly over, mine will change.

It’s a long time for a little cat to share my life. When she arrived aged 8 weeks, she hadn’t ever been outside and we took her into our garden on a warm sunny day and she saw her first grass. She went bonkers romping around on the lawn and she’s loved her garden ever since. Yesterday, I thought she might be rallying because she managed to wobble on her poor little arthritic legs to her favourite spot on the grass. She stayed there for an hour or so then wobbled back indoors and has slept since. I think she wanted one last sleep in the sun, with the feel of the grass under her.

In those 17 years, I’ve moved to England to work and come back to Wales. I’ve had several career changes, run my own business and finally achieved my ambition of becoming a full-time artist. New little relatives and friends have been born, while loved family elders, dear friends and respected colleagues have died. Bobbit has been one of the adored cats who have shared my life along the way, moving from being the youngest (and only girl) out of four, to being the grouchy matriarch over two much younger kitties.

As I’m sitting here with her, I think about the people I’ve shared a path with; who is still a friend, who has disappeared out of my life, the important events, the happinesses, the regrets. The death of a pet encapsulates that period of time and all those experiences and sort of brings it to a close. I know that in a couple of weeks I won’t be so upset; that I’ll be able to tell stories about Bobbit and chuckle over them and she’ll take her place fondly in my memory with my other dear cats; Kat, Nellie, Banshee; Freddy Kruger; Sialco and Bola, but for the moment I’m heartbroken to let go of that part of the journey we have shared and to start on a new path without her.”

Here are a few more sketches of Bobbit, and some of her feline companions.

Scribbling Bollywood

20 Jul

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Husb and I went to the Glynn Vivian art gallery in Swansea this evening for their monthly late opening night. As well as the exhibitions, they put on some activities and events. This evening we had a Bollywood Dance Performance & Workshop by Sarita Sood to complement the current main exhibition, “Facing” by N. S. Harsha.

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It’s always difficult to draw people in motion, you have to suspend the desire to record detail and instead draw the barest minimum to convey what’s in front of you. Very good practice though.

 

 

 

 

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