Monday, 21 December 2015

Rusty

Feeling very, very rusty.
I need to work on the watercolour painting as I am definitely not doing enough. The 10,000 hours theory shows when you aren't even coming close.

Saturday, 3 October 2015

Speigel

Isn't it wonderful.  This is the interior of the Speigel tent, one of the last 10 in existence.  The tent is currently in the Market Square, in front of Nottingham's Council house.  During the month there are a whole range of festivals, from the Goose fair to music.  This tent is hosting events for some of the festivals.  So in the day it is the home of Game City, with its electronic medieval jousting and then at night it reverts to burlesque, music and more.  

To sit inside it is magical, full of light and mirrors.  The space is warm and feels special, you can imagine it with crowds waiting to see the shows.  It has travelled and the mirrors retold the stories of several continents and many voices.  If you are here, or near enough, come and see. Take a seat and have a drink, then let your imagination drift and fill the space with stories.
The Nottingham Post picture of the tent being put up.
This last picture is linked to the programme of events for those interested.


Sunday, 16 August 2015

Thought and Desire


I have been working on this for a while, being both fond of ravens and of Norse Myths.  Hugin sits in front of Munin, who makes his presence known.  They are perched on a picture stone, this one being based on a Gotland stone that tells the story of Thor.  I don't think the runes will make much sense as I didn't copy them accurately.  Behind the birds is the beginning of a Yew tree, to represent Odin.
There is something very meditative in using just a pencil (propelling pencil with HB and 2B leads).

Sunday, 17 May 2015

Finding wild places

Even in the city there are wild places.  Seeking out hollows and hidden holes can lead to the discovery of treasures.
Behind the brick there are hives of bees, slowly waking up to spring. 

To the side is a sea of garlic and lace.

Already the nettles are being used as cocoons, wrappings of silk hiding the transformations going on inside.

There are secret doorways.

Sleeping clocks

Frames of iron keeping the wild at bay.

From the acorn, the oak starts small.

Some times there are escapees from the tamed gardens, finding a new home in the midst of brambles.

Golden heads, shaking out the manes.

Paths through the trees.

Waves of sound come from holes in the bark.  Hiding the fledglings from prying eyes.

Wearing crowns...

and lacy hats.

Saturday, 9 May 2015

Sunday, 3 May 2015

Over at the other place

I set up the Wordpress site so that Tim and I could show work but he is not such a show off as I am.
Any how I keep it going with various bits and pieces, mainly the methods.


The latest posting is this one.  One day I will get my act into gear and create a proper website, ah well a girl can dream.

Sunday, 29 March 2015

Sunday, 22 March 2015

The touch of living history


I grew up with Abbey Park, King Richard's Road and the strong sense of history that Richard brought to the city and county.  Leicester has always felt the connection to the King in one way or another.

What ever your political leanings, the fact is this country's history is deeply enmeshed in the struggles of monarchy and the machinations of kings.  So whether you feel that Richard should be interred in Yorkshire, London or Leicester -  or not at all- the discovery of this body has brought the touch of ghosts to us all.

His story is rich, mysterious and bloody.  The kind of story that brings the past to life.

Sunday, 8 March 2015

Saturday, 14 February 2015

The Proclamation

The scene has moved inside, Tsar and daughter proudly awaiting the ship that will fly.


Very dependent on photographs for this picture, I wanted an authentically Russian interior and dress.

Sunday, 11 January 2015

A forest meeting


The second picture is now a third finished.  The balance of the figures is a bit off balance, but should work once the background is in. Initially I thought I had made a major blunder with the comparative size of the figures.  However, holding my nerve has paid off I think and they look ok.  The old man is meant to be exaggerated anyway.


I am finding the need to draw very necessary at the moment.  In fact the story has become affectionately known as my sanity project.  

UPDATE.
Have been intermittently blogging this, partly to take a break from the fiddly details