I don’t know whether it’s the hot weather (not that there’s much of that around at the moment) or the memories of empty streets as half the country was in France and the other half stuck in traffic queues on their way to the beach, but summers always make me feel faintly apocalyptic. So.
A sketch jotted down on the Easter weekend - biro-on-paper and about an hour and a half of painting. An enjoyable exercise as well as something to take away from a lovely weekend. I love the look and feel of the spaces behind parades of shops; areas built up without any sense of aesthetics. Inanimate objects left to their own devices. The back of a nice Chinese in Kingsbridge, Devon.
“It’s not Durer’s rhinoceros,” I thought to myself, “but still quite a nice triceratops .” Then I stared at it for a bit. I wondered how it would have balanced itself with rather a large head on one end of it’s body, and then I slowly remembered that they have tails. Or had tails. Whichever, I like this as a quick doodle.
Pretty much what it says on the tin - I’m not sure whether it quite conveys the existential despair involved though.
I’ve just finished one Christmas card and a second is nearly done, however neither will see the honour of being posted here until they are in postbags. I’ll have a dig around and find some other stuff to show in the meantime.
I did this doodle last night - a quick ballpoint sketch on the back of some notes, and coloured it in before starting today’s work.