Thursday, March 24, 2011

Illustration Friday: Cultivate

I've actually tried this same drawing loads of times, but never feel quite happy with it! 
I feel like the cat in the picture I guess.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Monday, March 21, 2011

Some London Paper

I've been working on a project for a restaurant wall, based on images of London. Hopefully when it's up I can post some pictures of me eating underneath it, and say some more about it - it's been fairly outside my comfort zone, but a really good project.

I just made it to the Norman Rockwell exhibition at the Dulwich Picture Gallery on Sunday. It's on until the 27th of March, if you live in the London area, I really recommend it.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Norman Rockwell


The Tattooist by Normal Rockwell

The Cattooist (surely I will soon run out of animal based puns for these pictures...)
When I was at art college we did a brilliant project to help us learn how to use acrylic paints. We had to choose a painting and replicate it as best we could, at the same time adding ourselves into it somewhere. I chose this painting by Norman Rockwell, an artist I've always really admired and loved. In it, I was sitting on the sailor's lap and he was getting "Betty" crossed off, and my name tattooed on. We were looking at each other soppily - in fact I remember my tutor helping me with his face, and it was probably the best part.

I learned A LOT about using acrylics, and they became my medium of choice for a long time afterwards. Finally in the move last week it was time to bid that painting farewell and send it to the great recycling bin in the sky. So a new homage to Norman seemed appropriate today, perhaps I'm feeling a bit nostalgic. I hope this sailor sticks with Whiskers, because his arms are too short for many more feline lovelies.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Illustration Friday: Stir

Ow ow, the bath is too hot! Add cold, quick quick QUICK!!

Monday, March 14, 2011

Rolling, rolling, rolling...

Though the streams are swollen, keep them doggies rolling!

After seven years in my flat, I've moved. It took longer than I'd expected, of course, and I walked up and down a grillion stairs. Most of my things are in storage while I look for somewhere else to live. It's sort of nice to feel untied down by stuff, although I don't expect that feeling to last, I'll miss my trinkets! How will I manage without my jars of shells, my tin insects, my bowl of lucky finds and other sundry rubbish that I'm fond of? I suspect the answer is: perfectly well. 
I must stop collecting rubbish! Roll on new pad!

Edit: It appears it should be "dogies" not "doggies". And says a dogie is a "a motherless calf in a cattle herd", and the word comes from from "dough-guts",  because they were fed on flour and water paste - how about that? And how about I stop looking up Rawhide lyrics and do some work...