Last day reflections

Here  I am with a couple of hours of Somerset Art Weeks to go. I’m fairly pleased with visitor numbers and sales. I have not been idle in the slack times either. It’s been a brilliant opportunity – shut up with an ipad for company – to try out some e-drawing.

I went on a course a few weeks ago given by Alison Jacobs, a local artist who is Somerset’s answer to David Hockney, with an awesome mastery of drawing on an ipad.

We downloaded several apps and tried out techniques but I didn’t feel I’d really put what we learned into practice. And if you don’t keep using computer stuff you forget. Well, I do!

I took a photo of Carson my holiday dog, one of many taken over his Somerset holidays. He writes a dogblog on facebook when he’s staying in Moorlincgh, so I was spoilt for choice.

 

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Then I messed around with 5 different apps, my finger and I stylus I bought, and dozens of different techniques. Here we go:

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So – a work in progress! Might consider trying a graphic novel (comic ?) one of these years!

Only one hour to go now…

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Somerset Art Weeks 2016

Yes, it’s that time of year again, and don’t ask me where the rest of it has gone. I had a great time with my canine visitor Carson, and it proved very creative, what with having to get up and out early, with camera, sketch pad and dog treats. But translating the experiences into actual pictures took time. Although I managed to continue to chronicle Carson’s adventures on facebook, not much of it made it onto WordPress.

I have a bit of an idea to get it all into a book, but with drawings rather than photos and I haven’t really had time to develop a drawn doggy character – except this one:  002

Still my local summer views certainly carry on well thematically from the earlier ones. The tracks and fields were in full summer glory and are on a new page in the gallery.

I’m putting some of my favorites here though:p1040066-croppedp1040086-croppedp1040092-croppedp1040106-cropped

 

I had a different challenge of getting more cards organised, including a new Christmas image, and this is the result:p1040112-cropped

Crickey – that’s the rest of the year anticipated!

 

 

 

 

But is it Art?

I’ve had a Guest staying for the last few days – Carson, a bouncy 15-month-old black Labrador who normally lives in London. The family have gone on holiday to America and Carson is savouring a new life in the country. I wanted to amuse my grandchildren by getting him to write a holiday diary. Instead I found facebook more convenient, and more fun.

But there’s been a hugely enjoyable side-effect of having to get up and go out first thing int he morning, now that Summer’s come.It has really stimulated the creative response: the light, the shadows, the skies, the wild flowers, the harvesting…quite mind blowing, and inspirational, if I ever get time to paint!

Camera quickly followed in the dogbag, after the poo-bags, lead, treats…then, inevitably a sketchpad and pen – followed next day by my glasses:couldn’t see what I was drawing and contact lenses too fiddly first thing.

Carson has become well-known in the village, thanks to his  posts on facebook. But – Animal Alert – I thought I’d repost some extracts here, along with my photos. Note – I didn’t say ‘my photography’. I know my place.. So if you can’t abide  Dogs (or Cats) bear with…or ignore. This dog is only for a holiday!

Day 1

Rural reflections from a Dog about Town: yesterday I arrived from Clapham to spend 3 weeks in the countryside while my lot have swanned off to California. First impressions: there are a lot of quite big fourlegged things around – who aren’t at all scared of me. There are some white me-sized things who I suspect are, if I was allowed to test my theory. There are also double the number of cats than I’m used to and I’m not supposed to chase them. There are no kids and the people are nice but really rather boring. One takes me for walks but at home they sit down a lot. My people left me with food and toys, including a chunk of Antler Horn, but when it comes to recycling I must say I much preferred the dead mouse that one of the cat things left under the table for me. Yours somewhat baffled, Carson.

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