Sketches from a couple of recent trips to work on the bus.
Category: Sketchbook
Olive
I had a terrifying experience yesterday, namely looking after my friend Emily’s baby for an hour while she was in a meeting. Myself and little Olive sat in a cafe while I drew her. That bit was lovely; then the eyes half-opened and in such a position she continued to lie for about 20 minutes while I, terrified, jiggled the pram as instructed to keep her from opening them any further. Eventually she went back to sleep and I drew a tea cup to calm my nerves.
Sunday
Drawing Rich with Conté crayon, pencil and my nice new Copic pen. I’m quite pleased with it as both nib and cartridge are replaceable and it’s made of aluminium, mmm.
Hungry Hyacinths
It’s a bit of a mess but what the heck. I was getting increasingly hungry while drawing/painting it and consequently sped up as I went along. I will do an improved Version II when the bulbs are in bloom. Spring seems to suddenly be here and it’s filling the flat with light and the garden, slowly, with flowers.
Rowr
Well there’s not a lot happening on the blog at the moment. I have quite a big commission on, which is great, but sketching is definitely on the back seat. I’ll post the piece I’m working on in the new year once the recipient has been given it as his present.. for now here’s a quick sketch from Trafalgar Square. I love the lions there, it feels like at any moment they might take a chunk out of one the tourists who sit on them and stick their hands up their noses. Will try to show the blog a bit more love in the upcoming weeks.
Intermittent sketching
I’m not sketching at full throttle at the moment; life has been pretty busy but that’s no excuse. Looking for a job makes me feel guilty if I do anything else.. it’ll only be part-time though, so I can devote the rest of my week to the pursuit of all things arty.
That was some sketching while at the British Museum the other week, at an exhibition on the Printed Image in China. And a carved oak figurehead thought to be from a Roman/Germanic ship. I shudder at the intentions of a ship with something so monstrous on the front. It’s beautifully carved and still has an air of menace about it.
Freesias in London while I kill time waiting for my man to fly home to me, and lilies in Wales.