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A Tea And Cake Party

25 Jun

Jay 1949

And here’s the third of the cohort of lifelong friends and Baby Boomers who came to Swansea for me to draw them over the weekend. Thanks to them I’ve almost finished drawing one hundred Baby Boomers. It’s taken over three years so far but I hope to draw number one hundred in July and then we’ll have a great big tea and cake party! Which is perhaps a bit tame considering the lifestyles most of us had in our youth (and some are still having today) but hey ho, we’re all getting on a bit and to be honest, a nice cup of tea is my limit these days. And once the tea party is over, I’ll have to think about what to do next. I’ve had some deep conversations with most of my Boomers which have created a rich pattern of experiences and images that I think could inspire some very interesting work and possibly a new direction artistically. But first I have to draw number one hundred! There are two contenders. Which one can I get to first?

The Generations

24 Jun

Linda 1949

Carrying on with my self-imposed task to meet with, chat to and draw one hundred Baby Boomers, I was lucky enough to ‘capture’ three in one go yesterday, three lifelong friends at the upper end of the Baby Boom, a research term that covers those born between 1946 and 1964.

The other generations are:

  • The Silents, or alternately The Traditionalists (I prefer The Silents, it’s like something from Doctor Who), born 1945 and before,
  • Generation X, 1965 to 1976,
  • The Millennials, 1977 to 1995,
  • The Centennials, born from 1996

According to researchers, generations share similar characteristics because they had similar experiences at more or less the same stage in life.

Nearly There

23 Jun

Just over three years ago I decided to draw one hundred people from my generation, the Baby Boomers. “It’ll be over by Xmas” I thought. Famous last words, But I’m nearly there and today drew number ninety seven. Oh yes!!!

 

Kathryn 1949

It’s a big demographic, starting in 1946 and continuing through to 1964, which is a big gap, not just in terms of age but also life experience and culture too. It’s been fascinating listening to people talk about their lives.

 

Goodbye Little Friend

8 Jan

Our scruffy little cat, Ming the Merciless, had her final visit to the vet today. She’s been poorly for a while now and Husb had to make the decision to let her go.

We rescued Ming when she was just a tiny, starving scrap about 10 months old. She was extremely ill from neglect and after 4 nights at the vet’s hospital, touch and go, we brought her home and she promptly went to sleep stretched along Husb’s legs. We had three older cats and she was very scared and reacting aggressively with them but she obviously felt secure when she was with Husb. We had her for 17 years and up until quite recently she still cwtched up to him on the settee. They were pretty much inseparable and she brought so much fun into our house, it was worth all the effort to save her. Her illness left her with weak lungs and one eye and we were lucky to have her for so long.

ming sparta

Ming the Merciless and Sparta Puss hanging out together

 

 

Across The Planet

12 Dec

annwyl KATHE

 

It’s lovely to see where artwork can get to when it leaves me and it’s released out in the wild. I did this mixed media piece, “Annwyl Käthe” – stamping, chine collé, stitching and hand written text – in an edition of 15 for the annual Leftovers print exchange organised by Wingtip Press in Idaho, USA. Part of Leftovers is an annual international touring exhibition and this has just featured in a show at the Wharepuke Gallery in New Zealand.

 

Wharepuke

It looks gorgeous. Maybe someday I’ll get across the world for a visit. If you are a printmaker and want to get involved in Leftovers VIII, please click here.

Paws On The Pooter: 8

10 Dec

ming bed 2

I think today’s my last chance to get my paws on the pooter box for a while. I’m Sparta Puss and my simian servants have been away for a few days, getting some sunshine. Idiots, all they have to do is lie on a cushion in the window if they want sun! I’ve been allowing you to see pictures of my and my roomie, Ming The Merciless while the monkeys are away. Here’s Ming, taking it easy on one of our beds. The apes think the beds are theirs. What do they know? Hah!

It’s been nice chatting, but I have far more important things to do now. Like convincing the kitty sitter to give me the rest of that packet of treats before my pet monkeys come home. Ciao Miao!

 

Paws On The Pooter: 7

9 Dec

cross and purring

Sparta Puss here. The hairless monkeys are away for a few days and Ming The Merciless and I have a kitty sitter, a pleasant enough she-ape who can be persuaded to give me bigger portions than my simian servants do. My usual she-ape calls herself an artist which means that she stares at me while rubbing a tube with dirt in the middle of it onto a piece of paper. Then she shows it to me and says, “Look Sparta, that’s you”. What an idiot. No wonder I look so cross 😡

Paws On The Pooter: 6

8 Dec

Psychedelicat 1

 

The bald monkeys are still away and I’m getting bored. The kitty-sitter is nice enough but I can’t wind her up too much in case she withholds my treats. I like winding up the hairless apes. It’s fun. I like the noise the she-monkey makes when I throw rats at her. A high pitched screaming. And she jumps on chairs. It’s sooooo funny! She’s an idiot. This is a watercolour she did of someone else’s cat. I don’t like it. It’s not me.

 

Paws On The Pooter: 5

7 Dec

sleeping cats lie

The hairless apes are still away so I’ve been trawling through the photos on the pooter box to find some of me. And my homie, Ming The Merciless. Here I am catching up with some sleep and the she-monkey has drawn me. She says that I’m a poser. She’s an idiot.

The kitty-sitter is a nice she-ape who can be prevailed upon to give me treats. I just act like that kitty on the Shrek film. He’s got it sussed. She can’t resist me.

Paws On The Pooter: 4

6 Dec

14 cat n boots

 

I Am Sparta Puss! And my simians are away for a few days and they’ve left us with a kitty-sitter, a hairless she-ape who gives me treats on demand. She’s well trained. She’s lived with cats before, I can tell, she knows her place. Here’s one of my places, lying flat out on a pair of monkey legs in front of a fire. The monkey complains that her legs hurt. She implies that I’m a bit on the heavy side! She’s an idiot.

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