Today it’s a very quick sketch of a fat oriental figure.
So far, I’ve managed to get a sketch out every day. The quality’s not always great, but that’s down to time and practice. The main thing is that I’m still enjoying it!
Tonight’s speed sketch is once again in pencil on paper. This is a real quickie as I’m short on time. This is a drawing of a 3D bath toy that a friend brought back from the States in the 90’s.
Hopefully, I’ll have more time tomorrow.
Also, tomorrow I’ll post some writing news regarding publications and readings – after all this is a writing blog.
I’m re-blogging this essential piece on The Guardian website from Neil Gaiman and Chris Riddell because it’s vitally important. Books give us access to vast amounts of knowledge and the essential world of fiction. Read on to find out why that is so important.
To read the rest of this click on the link here.
Well, this is awkward. Staring at me for just under an hour was a bit weird, but very rewarding. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not floating on a narcissistic high. No. I’m pleased, very pleased because this looks a bit like me.
There’s not a lot of shadow in this because I sat in the conservatory to do it and it was reasonably bright. This is pencil on paper. I used my ‘trusty’ H pencil again. I need to go through the art stuff that we have here and see what else we have. If I can get into town this weekend, I may treat myself to some charcoal!
I thought I’d show you some work in progress shots too this time.
Let me know what you think.
A bit of a rushed effort this evening – too much other stuff to get done. It’s a shame I couldn’t spend more time on this because it’s a great image. This, as you probably can’t tell, is an old abandoned petrol pump! Although it does look somewhat alien/robotic.
Time for me to put my money where my mouth is and to post my first sketch for Sketchtember.
Here you can see our family cat, Brian, in all his glory. This was quite a quick sketch, about 15-20 minutes using an H pencil which was the first pencil I could find as my daughter has most of the art stuff squirrelled away in her room.
When I was younger, I used to draw all the time; I was very much like my daughter in that I would draw for hours every day for the sheer joy of it. These days I rarely draw anything, so I’m hoping that Sketchtember will reignite my love of drawing.
I hope you enjoy this.
You don’t need to be confident about your drawing, or even feel that you can draw – everyone can draw, to enjoy sketching. Get those pencils out and recapture the freedom and joy of mark making. Sketchtember is a great idea.
Janey’s airstream by Kevan Manwaring (Medium: water-soluble pencil) 2017
The artist Paul Klee once wrote that “Drawing is taking a line for a walk”. Well, how about talking a line for a month-long walk, by rising to the challenge of Sketchtember (AKA ‘Septpencil’) and attempting a pencil sketch every day throughout the month of September? Sketches can literally five minute doodles or two hour masterpieces, in graphic or coloured, on any subject you fancy – the main thing is to have fun!
The idea came to me while undertaking Jake Parker’s great initiative ‘Inktober’ last year. I enjoyed the challenge of doing an ink sketch a day for a month immensely, and really noticed how my drawings improved over four weeks. I thought a natural predecessor would be a month of pencil sketching (I love the sensitivity of pencil and I’m huge fan of masters like Burne Jones and Alan…
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The NHS is 70 years old today, something we should all be very proud of. I’ve been fortunate to only have a few dealings with the NHS over the years and, apart from one over-enthusiastic nurse and an errant needle, I’ve been very pleased with the level of service and care received. My father was diagnosed with polycystic kidneys in the early 90’s and was hospitalised at one point when he was in considerable pain and passing blood in his urine. The staff, from the paramedics that delivered him to A & E to the consultants that identified the problem, were incredible, especially considering the filthy jokes my dad insisted on telling anyone who got too close to his bed – a side effect of the pain relief, that’s a lack of inhibitions, not the need to tell filthy jokes. My dad continued to have problems with his kidneys and eventually had dialysis and finally a transplant that continues to function perfectly to this day. More recently, my dad, again, was rushed to the hospital. This time it was because an idiot in his 30’s tried to impress his girlfriend by completing a sudden U-turn on a blind corner. My dad promptly drove his motorbike into the side of the car. Luckily my dad only suffered severe bruising, cuts and grazes, and the loss of his prized motorcycling jacket which the paramedics had to cut off of him and the motorcycle he wore it on. Once again the treatment he received was world-class and free. Let’s hold that thought for a minute, free. Our Health Service is free at the point of use. Yes, we pay for our care, and the care of others, through National Insurance contributions, but when we are treated there is no charge. The staff that deal with us are underpaid and overworked and yet they, on the whole, deliver an incredible service. There is nowhere else in the world where this happens. We all have stories like mine. There’s not one family in the UK that hasn’t been touched by the NHS. We should all feel proud of this incredible organisation and, along with birthday greetings, give the NHS as much support as we possibly can. After all, there are people out there, I’m looking at you the Tory Party, Richard Branson, Big Business etc. that want to dismantle it for financial gain. With all this very much in mind, Gruff Rhys has recorded, No Profit In Pain, a love letter to the NHS that calls on us all to fight to preserve it. Listen to the track, hug a nurse, hassle your MP, but above all SAVE OUR NHS.https://youtu.be/P_NWu6S1pYc
I feel very honoured to have played a small part in the short but dazzling life of Splinter Magazine.
Andy Winter, as part of his new site, lays out the fun, sweat and tears that were integral to its inception and subsequent issues. Andy and the backroom team worked their sweaty little balls off every month to get a rather wonderful, scathing, joyous, flawed magazine out most months. I fear that the majority of poor spelling and grammar was down to yours truly, but by Lemmy’s mole it was a wonderful, terrifying, possibly illegal, crazy time.
Huge thanks to Andy for taking me on and putting in the hours and mentioning me in such glowing terms in this piece. God, I miss those days. Hopefully, those that I offended have since received the medical support that they so desperately needed.
Check out Andy’s retelling of those heady days in the 90’s on his new site that covers comics, film, podcasts and a whole host of stuff. Just click here.
The rather wonderful Tindal Street Fiction Group, of which I am a member, currently has a vacancy. Check out the website for full details.
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