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: TheContinue reading “The Generations”
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Nearly There
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!!! It’s a big demographic, starting in 1946 and continuing through to 1964, which isContinue reading “Nearly There”
Goodbye Little Friend
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 andContinue reading “Goodbye Little Friend”
Across The Planet
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 inContinue reading “Across The Planet”
Paws On The Pooter: 8
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 allowingContinue reading “Paws On The Pooter: 8”
Paws On The Pooter: 7
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 whileContinue reading “Paws On The Pooter: 7”
Paws On The Pooter: 6
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 pitchedContinue reading “Paws On The Pooter: 6”
Paws On The Pooter: 5
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 aContinue reading “Paws On The Pooter: 5”
Paws On The Pooter: 4
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 aContinue reading “Paws On The Pooter: 4”
Paws On The Pooter: 3
Sparta Puss here again, monkeys-who-can-read. You’re quite clever really, for simians. I’m clever too. Here I am helping the hairless she-ape to cut something called lino. She makes stuff called art from it. She’s an idiot. I’m off to exploit the kitty-sitter now. Toodles!
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