I’ve had the pleasure of starting a couple of new sketchbooks for college projects. With one of them I’m planning go down a more minimal route and place the images, like the one above, in the centre of each page with space around to let it breathe a bit. Working on an envelope pull thingy for the related sketches for the inside cover. I may possibly be the only ape interested in this indulgent guff. 😉
I’m really kind of writing this because I haven’t posted anything for a few days and nothing regular for even longer. I have been doodling on occasion but not felt the need to post any of it – the urge to blog is a strange beast – I know I’ve posted really pointless drawings – just this side of nothingness really, but felt the desire to share – and sometimes I do stuff that I think is a bit more worthy but just don’t want to share at all. Anyhow, here I am just blogging for the sake of it. Maybe there are things on my mind.
I am about to enter a period of transition that will change many aspects of life for me. This is my final whole week of being a stay at home dad. Next week my daughter starts primary school, my wee boy is going to full time nursery and I am going to enrol in college. So, all change on the home front. Clearly I have feelings about the change but I’m not going to dwell on them here.
So, what else has been rattling around my cranium lately? Oh yes, the Olympics. It seems that much of the country (known as the United Kingdom), has been riding on a two week euphoria rush of an almost fevered religious nature watching the London Olympics – I have found it a touch unnerving to behold. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always been really fond of sport and have enjoyed aspects of the Olympics in the past but I just didn’t get the fuss this time. Perhaps I am bitter as I was working many evenings and missed many of the higher points of the games but I think it’s the fact that we’ve had to suffer the 7 years of hype leading up to them – I’ve found it excruciating at times – an almighty plastic parade of frenzied capitalism with very little resemblance to sport as I know it.
Apparently everyone has been rallying behind TeamGB and the ubiquitous Union Flag – and therein lies my problem – flags are about identity when it comes down to it and I just do not identify, relate or have any positive feelings towards the flag. Im a Scot and a Northern European, for sure, but I’ve never felt like a Brit and probably never will – I just don’t get it. Oddly enough, the games seem to have thrown up the issue of Scottish independence – both sides of the political divide claiming points on the back of athletic success – (Scotland won more medals per capita than England did etc). I read some particularly nasty tweets from so called unionists earlier but seeing as they seemed to come from people of weapons-grade stupidity, I dismissed them.
I think the point I seem to be labouring towards is that it was two weeks of sport, nothing more or less. Yes it was brilliantly staged and arguably the best Olympics so far, but as time, technology and human capability rolls onward, so it should be. Set in a first world country with gargantuan amounts of money thrown at it anything other than utter success would have been unimaginable. And was it great? I only have the BBC’s word for it – and that was hardly impartial – I found it difficult to follow the proper news through them over the two weeks.
There is also much talk of ‘legacy’ – that there is going to be an abiding benefit to the country on the back of it all – there has been a lot of knee-jerk politics shouting for more competitive sport in schools and the like – although, let’s face it, high end elite athleticism is beyond the majority. I feel that we are so close to the hype that judgements are all pretty obscured (including my own!)
I didn’t intend to rave on about the Olympics for so long but there you go – at least I’ve blogged something this week. I realise I will be in an absolute minority (of one) regarding the games, and some may find me offensive, but there is a feint whiff of religiosity about it and clearly that kind of thing should be butchered at birth. I’ve said enough on the subject now so here’s to Rio and a lack of bias.
Maybe I should post something visual too…
A crude collage of bits of the last sketchbook from the second half of July. This is the beginning of another month but there few coppers in the kitty for a new sketchbook (that and the fact that I rarely venture into the city centre) – I may have to get creative for my next one. Loose pages – punched, filed, strung, glued, stapled, folded, torn, scrapped in a book handmade. Any ideas considered.
I may have touched on it before but I’m still struggling to nail down the point of sketchbooks – other than I find them addictive. Ok – August 1st resolution – get all of my sketchbooks in one place. I’ve said it before now I must do it. I also must blog more – this seems to be the first one for a week and a half.
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.
So, it’s a brand new month, and a new visual theme for the blog. I didn’t look too far so it may change. And I’ve gone for purple. Is it papal or is it Prince? This also may change. How important is the theme?
A fish called wanda is on tv – 24 years old and still has its moments.
So, no more faces. At least not for a while. I will draw though. I always draw at some point in the day. I would like to paint more but it’s not so easy, so accessible as drawing – the path of least resistance usually wins out.
Ok, this is the wrong side of midnight to do anything other than get to bed so I should stop this now.
Desperately trying to think of the lyrics to June Hymn by the Decemberists, but cannot. Mañana.