Another photo for the photo project I’m doing. Theme being messy today’s unscheduled DIY project fitted the bill. I had to smash up the floor tiles in the hall in order to get a carpet fitted properly. Apart from the brief buzz of primal violence with the hammer it was a complete pain to do. Thing is, I’m not finished so I’ll have to rest, regroup and hit it with renewed gusto in the morning.
I had planned to do a wee celebratory drawing of some kind to mark today’s fantastic news that gay marriage is to be allowed in Scotland. Well done the Scottish government for being so forward thinking and ignoring the vile homophobic views of the Catholic Church and Church of Scotland (not to mention Muslim leaders). Apparently the fabric of society (whatever that abstract nonsense is) will now crumble before our very eyes – or perhaps it will have no effect at all other than all those who love one another will be able to make a binding commitment, if they so wish. Our little country just got that little bit better today.
I painted a wall earlier – although it may not look it here the colour is eerily close to Facebook blue – a dark subliminal choice? More like it goes with the carpet we are getting tomorrow. Made me want to do some proper arty painting though.
Anyone guess where the post title comes from?
Amongst the mess of grass there were flowers.
Is undrawing a thing? Think I’m doing it.
I’m no photographer but I’m taking up the wee challenge of the fab into the orchard blog. This weeks theme is messy…
We’ve just come back from two weeks in the Hebrides and its been fairly wet here in Aberdeen by the looks of the grass. Perhaps mess is a subjective thing and long grass may not offend everyone. As usual the photo has been app’d, filtered and messed around with (no pun intended).
One sketchbook ends and another begins. As you may make out in the photo the new one is the kind of Daler Rowney spiral affair with the distinctive red and yellow cover – I used to use the smallest version of these about 10 years ago with Berol fine felt pens – I’m sure I had one in my portfolio for college 20 odd years back too. Anyway, the paper is a bit better quality than the ones I’ve been using lately and it encourages drawing in a more controlled precise manner, which may or may not be a good thing. One of these days I’m going to gather all of my sketchbooks together in one place – until then I’ll just keep filling them.
It’s not a trip to Harris without a picture of the storefront.
I’ve seen the tent in worse places.
Despite the protests the kids loved camping.
Harris beaches are among the best on the planet – and they are (mostly) people-free.
Loads of nice textures lying around…
…and rust, of course.
The understated and brilliant Roddy Woomble at hebceltfest.
Scallops and calamari – better than the average festival food.
Playing with cheap hairy watercolour paper and ink and pencils
The wee holiday drawing continues – on my knee, in growing darkness, with the telly on – not the most conducive conditions – nice to be using a brush for a change though.