Well, this departs somewhat from the purpose of this blog, which was meant to be about drawing, wasn’t it. But I have joined a choir. I thought it would be Good For Me. Ah. What a familiar phrase. It’ll be written on my gravestone. I thought it’d be good for me to be an absolute beginner, like people …
remorse
So, I had this idea. That sounds like the preamble to a police statement, doesn’t it? But never mind that. I have this idea for a short story. Short! Short is good. Less unwieldy than the Tome I have been battling with, which will have to go on the back burner in the interim. (The Tome has …
Remarkable trees
Done today, for the poster Anne and I are doing for The BIG DRAW, in the Botanic Gardens, in the rain. That’s au plein air, I tell you. It’s placed too centrally, but we can crop it to fix that. I don’t know if the immensity of the tree is reading though. Maybe it needs …
towards the south from Charlotte Quay
Waiting for the floor guy – oh the painful minutiae of first world angst – I drew this from the balcony of my old place in Charlotte Quay. Waiting is often good drawing time – any forced period of inactivity is. Train journeys, too. The skyline has changed enormously since I lived there six years …
rethink
I think what is required here is a re-do of my roughs, and then – well, then, I’m going to need an editor. An Editor. In the meantime, I found some really appallingly bad life paintings, painted over them in white, felt better after that, the evidence being destroyed, and now am using them to …
drawing diary
I have (sort of) kept to my one-a-day plan this month. If you count live-pausing the television and drawing Gabriel Byrne on In Treatment, which I know I do. This is from the southern tip of Valentia, looking toward Skellig Islands. As in: Valentia: Visibility poor; improving later. I am trying to take my own advice and …
Big Draw
On the heel of our drawing course in the Botanic Gardens this summer, Anne and I have Great Plans afoot to run a collaborative Big Draw Event locally, linking with TheCampaign for Drawing and possibly also to coincide with the National Tree Day (6th October). We need to keep the details quiet till we get the off, but …
Procastipost
A vast box arrived yesterday, that surely could have housed a Shetland pony, but in fact contained a A3 scanner. It’s a behemoth yoke, moored on my desk like a cruise liner. Hey, when peak oil hits/we’re all flooded/the world fries to a crisp/insert apocalyptic scenario of your choice here, I’ll have something to sail …
On tortured artists
I darkened the door of Forbidden Planet the other day, and I wasn’t even the only female therein, which just shows.. something, I imagine, and saw fit to indulge myself with this book, which had thus far escaped me. I don’t know why exactly it is so entertaining to read the toe-curling stories of Mawil’s adolescent failure …