The frustration of my predicament with this knee injury is still keenly felt (8 weeks on), as I reluctantly continue to pull out of event after event. So much so that I decided to draw an apology. Seeing as most of the events relate in some way or other to Douglas, he became the model. Title: Hobbling Douglas
Pencil sketch.
Traced and inked.
Finished artwork.
(PS. Why do I always prefer the pencil sketch…?)
Living paintings is an incredible charity that makes special raised versions of picture books for the blind and partially sighted. I was honoured to be asked if they could have permission to use Just Like My Mum. Here is the result.
As part of their charity programme they organise a range of events from auctions and readings to Pop-Up Libraries. The latest event will be held duuring half term: 11th – 17th Feb) at Selfridges, Oxford Street. It’s free and there will be readings from a range of authors and illustrators. Just Like My Mum will be read by the actress Angela Wynter today: 17th between 2pm – 4pm. More details here.
You can find out more about Living Paintings and the amazing work they do here .
I hope the Love Bird fluttered by you at some point yesterday(?).
I wrote this the evening of the knee operation under the influence of medication that fuzzled my mind somewhat. I think it makes sense. May I also add that the consultant was fantastic throughout!
PS I came home the next day.
It’s probably because there are rows of them lined up outside my studio that look just like these two. Maybe I should start giving them names(?).
Quick sketches like this are usually a case of revisiting familiar themes.
These two again. I really do need to find out more about their background story. I mean, what are their names? How did they meet? And did the wolf give the sheep a leg-up onto the piano or does she have such hidden talents that we can only imagine?
Since my fall (the accident not from any social disgrace), I’ve been hopping and hobbling like a good ‘un. I dreamt this image a few days ago and decided to make a quick sketch.
So, to answer the question: What are friends for? Why, for lending a foot, of course…
