1. Conchita Wurst at London Pride 2014. (With Sir Ian Mckellen).

  2. 21yearsinaflannelshirt:

    Art Assigment 8 - Walk On It

    I’ve been making small folded paper sculptures for a while, for no reason other than I saw a similar thing done with large pieces of fabric (http://www.nationaltheatre.org.uk/video/jonathan-millers-exhibition) and thought smaller, lightweight versions would be a good way to add depth to the displays of posters and postcards I fill the walls of my flat with.  That and they’re damn fun to make.

    So I decided to take a liberty or two with this week’s Art Assignment, and walk on one such piece.  The closer I got to the point of actually walking on it, the less I wanted to wear shoes, and the more curious I was to see what it would feel like barefoot, and how easily it would give.

    Obviously, damaging something you’ve made is always faintly uncomfortable, but, in this case, also kind of satisfying.

    Watch Kate Gilmore’s episode and make your own - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JhLN7dtukig

  3. And now for something completely different.

    This is for week 6 of The Art Assignment (Psychological Landscape).  The plan was to do something big and dark and busy in oils, but with the elections coming up I just can’t find the time.  So I decided to do something I’d never done before, namely put myself  in a painting.  And while we’re at it, why not use a material I haven’t used before, so watercolours got a look in.

    The content, however, is not new, it’s just never made it out of my head before.  It’s been in there for years and years, is very personal and complicated.

    Ground: I knew I wanted some kind of black cavernous space to the right, but it took me a good long while to settle on how to fill the rest of the white space around the figures.  It being a kind of long-standing mental image, I didn’t particularly want much detail, so opted for the fuzzy block colour that I associate with anything in my mind’s eye that isn’t the main action.

    Figures: On the right is myself, on the left is Jonathan Miller, one of my favourite artists, and who is very important to me for several reasons I don’t fancy putting on the internet, as the only person I’ve ever shared those with is the man himself.  And anyway, spelling it out tends to ruin the fun of a picture.

  4. Testing out gear and editing stuff before next big oils project, which I’m planning to record working on.  The end result is distinctly average but I love a good timelapse.

  5. I’ve been looking at this piece of canvas with a rough sketch on it for months now, finally cracked and accepted the fact that there aren’t enough hours of natural light in this room during the winter to do it how I’d like, so spent an hour and a half seeing how quickly I could manage.  Could be worse, although I may come back and fix the eyes/mouth at a later date, when the sun isn’t blinding my right hand side.

    Loosely based on a sketch of Will Self I took at a reading last year.

  6. Much earlier this year I shared a table seat on the train up north with the lovely Celia Imrie.  I’d been to see La Boheme at the ENO that afternoon and was sketching up a few things, and she was very kind about my drawings.  So, naturally, I got scribbling again later in the evening.

    Have been reading her autobiography lately, and am a little smitten.

  7. Been listening to The Life Of The World To Come a lot recently, and someone sent us a notebook at work, so I christened it with a bit of Darnielle.

    I don’t think I’ve drawn anyone under 50 in at least a year, it’s quite a  pleasant change, as it goes.

  8. Going through my files.  A very early (left, obviously) and fairly recent (right) sketch of Jonathan Miller.  The first is the one I drew on the tube which was then claimed by this lovely lady and eventually became this painting after many, many more attempts.

  9. I have absolutely no memory of drawing this, and I haven’t dated it, but here’s a scribbly Peter Cook.

  10. Haven’t updated in a while due to dead camera battery.  Here’s a rather wonky first attempt at a likeness of Tony Bourdain for Sandall73.  My ink started to run out when I hit the mouth, if I remember rightly.