Oh deary deary me.

I havn't posted anything in a long time, and its very naughty. I have no excuse really, apart form my raging social life!! or the fact i like to go to bed at 8pm these days. Right so tonight i thought i'd share some home made cards with you. Some are old some are new. I find these days there is no way i would ever buy a card for someone, and i think that the person who was recieve a Clintons card form me would know immediately that i was in a rush or forgot! So its not an option to buy. Always homemade.

Here is a selection.

This one was for Stanley Bill Burgess. My Nephew.


I have sent this to a few people, arent they lucky?

For my sister Rosie.
A few for some work collegues, again, what lucky sods!!!

i do like to sketch....i do

OH my goodness i have neglected my blog for a good old while now, so its time for another brief installment i think. Though id give you a little insight into my sketch brain, brace yourselves because it sometimes isn't a very pretty sight. So here goes...........its monster time

well not really a monster, more like a friendly,hairy goofy mole.


This one is a little more messy i think but the hands are rather lovely, very connected.


And finally crazy bat lady with stuck on feet..........you know..... as you do.

7 Russian Dolls

Dolly dolly dollies..............Ethel, Beatrice, Agnes, Greg, Mary, Bob and Sue.

Comissioned Cat.

Oh its been a while since i uploaded something new to my blog.......woops. I have now moved to Brighton and have the most delightful bedroom.

But now i have moved here i must do some more drawing. My dear friend Katey "commissioned" me to draw a cat wearing a bowtie for a friend she works with, i obviously agreed. And here he is.........

Im rather tired now, and can't find the right things to say, so no stories tonight. Till next time, i will be more inventful with my next installment. Next "Commision" is a portrait of my mate NIck using watercolours, watch this space.

Lets Dance

Its ultimate disco time......................YEAH.

A little sweaty pigeon.

Woops i have not been blogging for a while. Ive been jetting off to exotic locations such as Dublin and London. Saw many tropical birds and wildlife such as the scraggy Crow and a greasy Pigeon....

i wept when i saw him. I simply love pigeons and think that everyone should want to save the pigeons of Trafalgar Square. Each one has there own little identity and personality. They manage to happily live with a stumpy foot or a gammy wing.
I was horrified the other day when i found a pigeons body, lying next to it was its head, it looked like it had been murdered.

Well once again i went off on a little adventure talking about pigeons which im sure actually isnt that interesting to any of you, only me.

Dare you eat the tasty apple?

Or would you prefer a bowl of porridge? Or maybe a hairy foot......

Bernard the great dog.

Woof woof woof.......................
'Whats that Bernard??'
Wooof.......wooof.
Yes we are going to the supermarket now.

Birds in flight.

But not the usual type of flight for a bird.

What is in a worm hole?

A man worm and magical pastel drops. Man worms are super intelligent, more so than humans. A far more advanced specie than a human man could ever be.

I have a red nose.

He hasn't just got a stinking cold, he has a red nose because its Comic relief tomorrow. That comedy charity based mayhem of the year. Tomorrow for this great cause we, my sister Rosie and I shall be running into the Brighton sea. One of us dressed as a Care Bear and the other in a wedding dress. I was given the incentive to do this at Leapfrogg, where i work and where Rosie is the MD. I stupidly thought running into the sea in March would be a great idea and now i'm starting to worry just how cold its going to be. I have raised, i think, just over £200 so i think it will be worth it. We wont just have red noses we will have very red bodies when we stumble back on to the cobbles. We shall alsoo be featured in the Brighton Argus just to add to the humiliation. So if you are on the beach just left of the old pier at 11 o'clock you may catch this spectacular site.

So good luck to all those who are doing something funny for money. Wish us good luck, and hope that the front page of The Argus wont be 'Care bear and Bride drown for a good cause'!!!!

A little boy named Burt.

This is Burt. Burt is a little boy from Brighton. He is very shy and rarely looks up from the ground. His Mother buys him twee shirts. The other bigger boys laugh at him. What the bigger boys don't know is that Burt works out his mind everyday. One day Burt will challenge them to a game of wit. He will out wit them and be king of the school.


These are Burts angry hands. On black days his hands rage pink with fury. I bet he could hit the boys hard, but he doesn't agree with violence.


Since beginning writing this blog i'm slowly starting to wonder what goes on in my ginger little brain. Strange things don't you think?

Say goodnight Burt.......he's waving!

Catwoman

Forget Batman's Catwoman, here is the real thing. She is pretty old and has a dodgy haircut but she IS half cat half female. She is a femline!


Now what human/animal shall i attempt now? maybe a moose man or a cheetah child?

Bird gesture with hairy arm.

I like drawing hairy arms, in fact i just like drawing hair...........................and birds.

Human Animals.

I did a drawing the other day. A half man face. Half bird face. It was entirely from my head, a little worrying. It has spurred me on to do a series of half human half animal faces and body parts, i love to manipulate the body with a simple tool like a black fine liner pen and a couple of felt tips. Bliss.
Here he is.......

Isnt he a beauty? Id say he had parrot features. Talking of animals and humans i came across an amazing picture today of animal hairstyles for women. I managed to find some more images here. Take a look, they are incredible, if i had to choose an animal to sit on my head i think it would be a...........warm cat.

Doodles of a numb brain.

Miss Mabel

I try to stay away from drawing portraits as whenever i try these days tey always end up looking a bit freaky and wonky and dont give the person any justice. I was asked my sister to draw a portrait of my neice Mabel for her birthday, and i think i succeeded in recreating a likeness to her, so im rather happy with it in that respect. Here is the little munchkin.

I made a book for my nephew Stanley on his 1st birthday. It was called his nearest and dearest and on each page was apicture of all our family, unfortunately none of the pictures looked anything like the family member, highly amusing for all to see and i informed everyone that i had to re-do my Dad because my first attempt made him look like a creepy paedo.......... woops!

Its boring if they look too like the subject i find now, its far more interesting to do your own representation and far more amusing when you get the eyes completely wrong and a bit wonky.

Swamp Girl.

In the middle of a swamp i spied a girl creep up out of the water. What she was looking at and what she wanted is a mystery still. Here she is with the rain pouring down on her head.


I also Baked my first cake today for my boyfriends birthday, im rather chuffed!

Nice Jumper young man.

Stuffed Treats.

I went to the Horniman Museum last weekend, and saw hundreds of beautiful stuffed creatures. I have never seen anything like it in my life and of course i took hundreds of pictures which i will be inspired by for future works. I just thought i would share some of the best with you now.

Is he not the most funniest little creature you have ever seen??? I sure wouldn't want that little pesky thing running over my feet in the dark!


These were breathtakingly amazing! I LOVE THEM

There was just so much more like the insides of monkeys and pigeons and every type of bird you could possibly imagine and a massive..............walrus, you could even see the stitches down its front from where they stuffed it. If your near Forest Hill soon then go and see it. Its all done in such a timeless fashion as well, i hope they never change the displays.

Sweet Dreams!

On my way home this evening, just before i arrived at my destination, i noticed this sweet little man asleep on the train, obviously struggling so much to do his crossword that he fell asleep with exhaustion. I took a picture of course ( i love that feeling when your prying on a stranger and your adrenaline starts pumping because you think you'll get caught) and i just thoght i would share this little moment with you!


I really have to get back into taking photographs of interesting people, i have let it lapse since leaving university. Watch out ill be snapping away round the corner from you!!!!

A delicious dinner date.

The Fox

and the Chicken


simply love to eat together!

Blue Monday

So according to sources, today is supposed to be the most depressing day of the year, i have to admit i have felt a little sultry today, this feeling was added to when i got to my boyfriends and was informed that Tony Hart had died today age 83.


It got me thinking about the importance of HartBeat when i was a wee little nipper. I was rather young at this time but i have very fond memories of watching Hartbeat with my older sisters. And ofcourse one of the key characters was indeed dear little Morph. Morph simply brilliant and captured the imagination of young children and was a fantastic example of animation. A cheeky mischievious plastecine man and a iconic friend of Tonys, everyone loved Morph.

Then there was probably the most frustrating part of the show, the......................Gallery .Every childs heart would be beating faster as the music began and the camera started to shift along the wall showing all the entries. Every week children would be dissapointed if there picture wasnt up there but then the feeling if you were one of the lucky ones would have been the best moment in your life to date and every girl and boy in school would be envious of your success as an artist!!!! I dont think i know anyone who was lucky enough. I'm sure i didn't submit anything, i dont think i would of been quite confident enough and i was and i am still a perfectionist, so i never would of been happy with my drawing attempts and most certainly would of stamped my feet and got in a rotten temper if i wasnt chosen.

HartBeat was a great way to engage children with there artistic skills along with Art Attack. The imaginative giant collages using materials suh as paper cups to a garden hose were very resourceful and innovative. It was always so exciting guessing what it was going to be, a man climbing a mountain? or a big red tractor ploughing a field. I also have memories of trying things out from these such programmes and getting extremely cross because i wasnt able to do it (stamps her feet firm on the ground)




Children's drawings like the one above are some of the best pieces of work ive ever seen. I love them. There is such an imaginative naive quality exposed, and you know that they would of probably been finished in about 10 mins rather than hours. When i was at University i noticed myself regressing as an artist and beininning to enjoy some of the free qualities of drawing you have when you're young. I am still keeping hold of some of those qualities as i work now and one of my favourite artists at the moment is my 4yr old nephew Arthur, ill have to upload some of his captivating dinosaurs with stumpy legs, i may even try to do a collaboration with him, im pretty sure he would be the boss of me!!!

Thinking about all of these memories has brightened up Blue Monday and has given me some good ideas, so R.I.P Tony Hart, i'm sure you were an inspration to many artisits of my generation.

Sunday Birds....

Here are a couple of right birds! Was just discussing with my other half about going to the natural history museum to see all the Taxidermy birds, ive never been and i have a little weakness for stuffed animals.

Mr.Robin
Mrs Blue Tit

I wonder why its so satisfying to draw birds??Its nearly as satisfying as drawing little human creatures.

Handmade Books............

A few pages from my book about my very good friend James who i lived with at university. As you can tell my work usually centres around other people and strangers, you can call it an obsession if you like??

Click Nose. Ribbon Hand.

Food Fingers.

Here is James.

The Bearded Man book. I have a slight obsession with bearded men so................... i decided to make a book.




This book was about my dear friend Thomas Brooks, whom i also lived with. Each of the books about the boys captured certain aspects of their personalities that gripped me and would also be interesting glimpses for the viewer, as a stranger to them.