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Can you see him? A face, arms, body, and legs. Funny what you can see in a few twigs and a lump of moss. Try using a mirror to see what reflections can make from an image. Then use a smartphone app to duplicate and twist your chosen image. Finally adjust the colours and bring out the details if you can. And voila a grumpy demon.
Imagine the sky actually looking like this. What could cause it? A giant bubble of soap with the liquid moving around on the surface like bubbles do. Or strange cloud formations made of gossamer from giant spiders? Maybe it’s just dust and dirt and grease smeared on a camera lens. Imagination is fun. Exploring ideas of how things work is fun too.
She’s only little but she lives to run and play. Half an hour ago there was thundering paw noises from upstairs then a loud thud and she ran downstairs like she was being chased. I wondered what had happened. I think she was playing, but she had knocked a glass globe off the windowledge. Nothing was broken, but it had clanged off the radiator and thudded onto the floor. It has now been moved somewhere safer! She’s OK, just as cute as ever.
Pareidolia, the ability to see creatures in patterns. This was a drink of hot chocolate that I had mirrored to make a pattern. The two shapes in the white area look like annoyed sheeps heads to me. I’m funny like that!
When the Beatles were famous I was a child. By the time they split up I was still not very old. One of my earliest memories was hearing them on the radio. ‘Help’, Love me do’, ‘Yesterday’, I can still remember a lot of the words and tunes and I really feel nostalgic when I hear their songs.
I was a bit older when I heard of the Cavern Club in Liverpool, Merseyside. I never went there but cavern came up as a word prompt for a friend and suddenly I remembered where I’d heard the word. So I looked it up on the Internet (where I got the photo). The original club opened in 1957 as a jazz club. They didn’t like rock and roll but when it was taken over the Beatles started to play there in 1961 (they were previously known as the Quarrymen). Apparently they played there over 270 times. The club itself was a cellar with a curved arched ceiling. It closed in 1973 and was demolished so a railway line could be laid. The Cavern club did reopen but I’m not sure if it still is open.
The light, shining through the crystals hanging in my window, shone on the cat as he lay next to me. It was interesting to see how the colours affected how his coat looked. He was like a cat trapped in a rainbow. So sweet. So relaxed, lying in the sun, warm and happy.
Sketches from 2004. The main drawing was a friend and I think the other two were practice faces. I draw faces less now. I try and draw them convincingly but I think you can get tied down into the same lines, the same shapes. It’s hard to break through muscle memory when you have drawn and painted for more than fifty years! I must say I owe a debt to my mom who let me go to college instead of insisting I got a job at the end of my time at school. That time was instrumental in making me the artist I am! X
Just a face to look at
To assess and see
Is it friendly or anxious?
Or angry about me?
This face is slightly pensive
Thinking about the world
Everythings so expensive
As into the future she’s hurled!
This is a nonsense poem.
Not much point at all
Just keep the rhyme going
Or will this poem stall!
Tuesdays #bandofsketchers prompt was the future based on the Potter Graysons Perry’s Art club on TV.
Oh my! What to draw. Bogged down writing my college report I decided to draw future ‘P. E. T’ a personal environmental trainer (and jukebox). Lol. It also purrs and mioaws! Just a silly doodle.
Friend sketch. I try and remember to take a small sketch pad with me and when I have the chance I will draw for a few minutes. My sketchpad is like a visual diary, I might use a drawing as a basis for another piece of art, or simply as an aide memoir reminding me of what happened on a particular day. This day was a visit to the Waiting room gallery to see a Spanish Exhibition and tile workshop.
Mallaband-Brown