There was a demonstration in the city centre earlier today, to protest at the possibility of military intervention in Syria. I went along to do a bit of scribbling. It was very good natured with the demonstrators rubbing along next to some youth drama groups performing a medley of showtunes, and lots of people justContinue reading “A Tough Call”
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Long Day And Night Of Art
It’s been a long day, doing art. First off, I was with my colleagues from the art collective, 15 Hundred Lives, at the Creative Bubble artspace in Swansea, doing what artists do all day, making art. People usually see art in its finished state, framed and hung on a wall in an intimidatingly white gallery.Continue reading “Long Day And Night Of Art”
Berries And Ruins
Swansea Print Workshop has a major exhibition coming up for its members, based on the theme of the industrial valley. Swansea and South Wales were in the forefront of the Industrial Revolution and the area is full of historical ruins. I went out sketching to the Lower Swansea Valley a couple of days ago; theContinue reading “Berries And Ruins”
Street Scribble #1
Sometimes I only have a minute or two to scribble someone in the street. Here’s an elderly man sitting outside Starvin’ Jacks the other day. I grabbed my sketchbook and did my thing. About a minute and a half before he moved on. You never know how long you have so all the relevant linesContinue reading “Street Scribble #1”
Sleepless In Swansea
I’m a lifelong insomniac, so this morning at around 5am I thought I might as well use my sleeplessness productively and grabbed a sketchbook from the side of the bed, a black Daler Rowney spiral bound A5, and using a white conte crayon, I scribbled Husb. He could sleep through anything.
Havin’ A Fag
Today I did these scribbles opposite the infamous ‘Full Moon’ pub in High Street, Swansea, just around the corner from where I lived until I was 6. Then all the houses were knocked down as part of a massive slum clearance programme and we went to live in a council house. But they left theContinue reading “Havin’ A Fag”
The Cwmdonkin Cuppa
Well, today was Bank Holiday Monday and true to British tradition, the weather was dreadful, cold, windy and pouring with rain. Luckily, Husb and I went for a nice long walk yesterday when it was lovely and sunny and we ended up in Cwmdonkin Park, made famous by Dylan Thomas, who lived close by andContinue reading “The Cwmdonkin Cuppa”
Fanny’s Demise
Had a really packed day and this afternoon Husb and I went to Swansea’s Central Library for a talk about Fanny Wollstonecraft, daughter of the 18th century feminist Mary and half sister of the author of Frankenstein, Mary Godwin-Shelley. I’d never known that she had died in Swansea, committed suicide at the age of 22.Continue reading “Fanny’s Demise”
Art-In-A-Box
I’ve not blogged for a couple of days. Dad-in-law’s funeral was yesterday and I haven’t really felt like doing anything arty but last week I was working flat out on this piece-in-a-box for Art’s Birthday – which is TODAY. Organised by Locws International, my work has been installed along with 9 other pieces-in-boxes in theContinue reading “Art-In-A-Box”
The Tree Palace
I took a stroll up High Street yesterday, making the most of the late afternoon sunshine after the torrential rain of the past few days. I stopped and sketched the top of the old Palace Theatre which is now derelict and covered in large buddleia bushes. It looks like it’s smothered in trees. Dating fromContinue reading “The Tree Palace”
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