In parallel to the short stories and observational pieces published here, I am also writing a life-based novel, which I guess is the ‘main’ writing in some ways. The major thread of the story is based on the life of a close friend and so to help me keep connected to her I sketched this portrait. Apologies to FBers who are already well acquainted!
When we turn up at class each week, we’re never completely sure what will be presented as the topic du jour. Suffice to say, Pat’s house is so full of interesting things that whatever we get will always be worth a try!
This is one of three wooden sculptures she brought back from Africa some years back. I thought the face of this woman was quite something.
My grandmother, known to me as Hughmummy, (because my dad’s called Hugh and she was his mummy, obviously) died when I was seven and I will remember forever the closeness and quality of our relationship. Her face, from the only photo of her I possess, was the first thing I attempted to draw when picking up a pencil again after 20 years out. Its only a ten-minuter, so be kind, but here she is:
Since July, I’ve been participating in kitchen-table art classes, taught by my friend and neighbour Patty Medlin. I chose this image to sketch because, well, I thought it was a nice picture! It did strike me at the time that she looked like the Bloomsbury set type -which as it turned out was not a huge leap of imagination, given that I was later informed that she was in fact Virginia Woolf’s sister. Ho-hum…