One For Sorrow, Two For Joy
Ink and watercolour, 2016
A fathers day painting for my daddy. I do like a good magpie (or two) – such intelligent birds, they always look like they’re plotting, pondering what to do next…
The intention was to paint a beautiful, detailed perfect magpie card – this A3 page started off as a mess of practice sketches! As is so often the way, when I came to working on the “real” picture, I just couldn’t get him to look right… all sorts of peculiar-looking pigeons and penguins were appearing on the paper. So back I went and added some gorgeous colour and splodgy ink to this page – really chuffed with this picture, and I think my father likes it too. It is now up in my parents kitchen; high praise indeed.
Some lovely old life drawings I stumbled across – must be from 2012 I reckon. Human beings have to be the most fascinating thing to draw. Intriguing, absorbing, beautiful and fragile. I haven’t done any life drawing since moving to Kingston – must try and find something near me…..
Oh-so-bored in the charity shop this afternoon. I drew these. On tiny paper, and with blue fricking biro, which I quite detest. I’ve had a hard day.
Charity Shop Manager – “Oh they’re very good, have you thought about going to art school or something?”
Me – “I did. I have a degree in Fine Art.”
I really think she knew this. I wrote it on the application form, she hired me. Although she also informed me that there are 88 million people diagnosed with heart disease in the UK. There aren’t that many people living in the UK. I need to get out of there.
Some dodgy scans of some decent sketchbook pages from the last couple of weeks. All in biro, which I like very much. My illustration tutor in uni was so anti-biro, I have no idea why….. I am currently thinking about moving to London. And I wish I could make my mind up. I think I may just have to do it! Apart for that massive, life-changing decision, not much exciting happening. I have wasted many days theoretical London house-hunting on rightmove.com, and I have a big pile of unfinished textile work, but all I want to do is draw and paint. Almost finished a watercolour commission I’m working on. I want to spend all my time making art and absolutely no time with admin and applications and scanning and resizing and photographing and emailing and blah blah blah.
But it was ridiculously sunny today and I love the sun. More than you do. And I have tomorrow off work and am going to the beach with my little sisters and my picnic basket and I shall swim in the sea. I love the sea more than the sun. It’ll fix everything. Nothing matters.
“For your touch there are no words, I fly with high hopes and the birds, and I know there’s nothing better ‘cos I’m smiling.”
Or something of that ilk. I’m not as grumpy as I sound, promise.