Playing with texture

I do like editing photos of my art digitally. I can play with textures and patterns. The app I use, photodirector, keeps saying the particular tool I use will not be available in its next iteration. I’m not sure if it changes that I will carry on using it, but while it’s still on I will. I think this looks a bit like a mountain made of ice cream and fruit juice. X

Award winner is..

Yes, many years ago, in the 80s, I won an award for something I designed. It was a recruitment poster. I don’t think anything was done about actually using it. It’s probably stuck on top of an old cupboard somewhere? But for a short while I had the frisson of winning something.

I don’t think my name was even engraved on the shield, I think the place I was studying didn’t think a poster was serious enough. Not proper research, which is why I’m not going into detail. But for a while it was firmly on my CV.

Before I go to bed

Let me draw again

Give me inspiration

Let me take charge of my dreams

Create new images

Restore my life

Secure my vision.

Help me to be free

And end fear.

Dazzle myself as well as others.

Imagine anew what I drew before

(this digital drawing is eight years old and was drawn in Artrage, I wish I could remember how I did it,)

Cat window

I don’t notice this everyday, but this is a ginger cat window that I designed soon after we moved into our house. My friend, who was actually a carpenter, made this leaded glass window for us. It’s a really unique piece of art and I love it on a sunny day when it really sparkles. It’s about 30 years old now.

If I could I would design another window to sit in the window at the top of the stairs. I like the idea of a really gothic idea with vine leaves and a black and white cat stari6out of the window. Perhaps I will draw or paint the idea.

Violin sketch

At the Beehive pub in Honeywall on Wednesday night. I don’t go very often to listen to the Boatband and their cajun and folk music. But it was the day before the 2nd anniversary of a very sad occasion and I wanted to take my mind off it.

The thing was someone had given me a pencil to make some notes with and I had some scraps of paper in my bag, so I decided to try and do some drawings. This was one of them.

I loved the sinuous shape of the violin and the way the musician held it and the bow, and I was transported back 40 years to my younger self drawing and sketching. I’m rather pleased with the result despite my shaking hands.