There wasn’t just the bonfire, there was the chill-out tent and a massive stack of speakers in the barn. And there was the marquee, where those of us of slightly more mature years ate and drank more than our share, and commented that every track the speakers blared out sounded exactly the same….and did not act our age, though contrived to act a little older than our shoe sizes. It was a good do, Moorlynch style. And a 20 yard walk home.
Guess how old Tony is? It’s not old at all if you write it in cats…
Sorry about the lack of cats, and indeed any art at all on this blog lately, the cats have temporarily taken up residence on my other blog: http://nancyfarmer.wordpress.com/ where they are being the inspiration for a series of mezzotint prints.
(Try this search if you cannot find them straight away: http://nancyfarmer.wordpress.com/?s=cat+mezzotint).
In the meantime I thought I really must fit in a quick sketch, so here are the bell ringers on an unusually busy Friday night practice. Bell ringers move constantly, though they repeat the same set of movements so it should be possible to capture them in a sketch, however the tower is seldom so busy that I am allowed to sit out and draw anyone. I ring the bells too, somewhat reluctantly and not very well, and so this was a rare few minutes opportunity.
Drawing people in the dark last night. The dark was not the difficulty, the difficulty was that people move about so much, especially if you haven’t told them you are drawing them. And then the taxi arrived too soon…
And then I remembered a sketch I did that I never posted, of the rather stunning shop assistant in the Vodafone shop. She was so helpful as to be looking at her customer (my friend), and at her computer screen, for some minutes while I sneakily drew her from behind the ipad display. My friend was quite shocked at the liberty I was taking in just drawing someone without asking, feeling there was probably a law against it or something! Never trust artists…. 😉
Couple of drinks in the pub tonight. Tony was explaining to Andrew how he can set his central heating with his mobile phone (amongst much other central-heating-related conversation). The conversation was so fascinating I thought the moment should be preserved for posterity. Had Percy been there I think he would have attempted to eat his own feet again.
It is day one of my Somerset Arts Weeks exhibition, and Percy has come into the studio in the middle of the afternoon, to complain that he is so hungry he may literally have to eat his own feet in desperation. I feel this is an exaggeration since he has at the very least had breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses and then paraded in front of the exhibition visitors with a rat in his mouth. It was quite a small rat, admittedly, but quite big enough for afternoon tea.
Arthur has been doing the ironing. Ironing involves squashing fresh laundry flat with a warm object, therefore Arthur is ironing.