A new portrait

I don't know why this week I'm drawing my husband and me. It's curious because I'm not very good at drawing people. I need more practice.

Charcoal

The other day I was at Pedro's stationery and I saw a charcoal pencil. I thought this was a great moment to start investigating what drawings I can do by using it. On your left you have the first one I drew, and on your right a portrait of my husband and me.

                       

Here I incude the one I made for the post: My image of the day

Shadows

I like taking pictures of people's shadows. Here you can see my husband and me at the Mary Magdalene's Sanctuary of Novelda (Alicante, Spain).

CLOUDS

There is one expression in English that describes me : "have one's head in the clouds". That's myself, always with my mind in a different place.Then, here you have some pictures of clouds.

  

   

                                                                                                        

Queen Mary's Doll's House

One of the most famous dollhouses is Queen Mary's Dolls' House which was designed in 1924 by Sir Edwin Lutyens for Queen Mary; it is displayed at Windsor Castle.
I watched it yesterday on BBC HD, and I cried with emotion. It's so cute!

Urban Sketching

This is a good way of concentrating on the exterior at the same time you are relaxing after visiting a city. You sit down, you look around and start drawing a street, people passing or sitting down in a café. I didn't know this was called Urban Sketching, I only did it, that's all. There are different webs and blogs of people who use this technique. Here I include a drawing I did sitting down in my studio and this is what I saw...

Reading or not reading, that is the question

Most people have never opened a book and they don't know what they are missing. Reading makes you develop your imagination and live other people's lives. This is my homage to reading and the wonderful world of words.

Art with almost 83!

I teach Spanish to people from different nationalities. This is one of my students. For me it's a pleasure to be her teacher, I'm very proud of her. She likes painting and here you have a photo of her and her last painting.

A poet is born not made

This is a poem by John Clare, a poet from Helpston (England). He used to write his poems with words from the dialect used in the area where he lived. He liked nature and being in contact with it.

               I am! yet what I am none cares or knows,

           My friends forsake me like a memory lost;

           I am the self-consumer of my woes,

           They rise and vanish in oblivious host,

           Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;

           And yet I am! and live with shadows tost

           Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,

           Into the living sea of waking dreams,

           Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,

           But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;

           And e'en the dearest--that I loved the best--

           Are strange--nay, rather stranger than the rest.

           I long for scenes where man has never trod;

           A place where woman never smil'd or wept;

           There to abide with my creator, God,

           And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept:

           Untroubling and untroubled where I lie;

           The grass below--above the vaulted sky.

Stone tracery pattern

Inspired by Bishop's Eye Window at Lincoln Cathedral (UK)
I've never been there but docummentaries at BBC HD are very useful for inspiration!!

The art of cooking

Cooking is art for the senses and I love it!

 

Sshhhhh...Faces in the bathroom

 

Exploring is nice!

Today a little bit of graffiti inspired by Coldplay's video of a beautiful song "Every teardrop is a waterfall"

Art in the street

 

Sometimes I am walking in the street and I see something that catches my eye, and I say: that's beautiful, that's art

project: a comic

TO LIVE IS MIRACLE ENOUGH
To live at all is miracle enough.
The doom of nations is another thing.
Here in my hammering blood-pulse is my proof.

Let every painter paint and poet sing
And all the sons of music ply their trade;
Machines are weaker than a beetle’s wing.

Swung out of sunlight into cosmic shade,
Come what come may the imagination’s heart
Is constellation high and can’t be weighed.

Nor greed nor fear can tear our faith apart
When every heart-beat hammers out the proof
That life itself is miracle enough.



(Mervin Peake, illustrator, poet, writer)

drawings

mixed media art