Sketches from my parents’ house: light switch, flowers in a pot, slipper:
I think drawing small objects is useful; my mother (a better artist than me) disagrees, thinks it’s borderline autistic, and finds it an irritating habit; in that way that sometimes a family member does something microscopically trivial and it absolutely enrages you for no rational reason. (There’s a section on this in the Screwtape Letters.)
I’ll admit my mother’s irritation amuses me; but when she angrily took away a clothes peg I wished to draw (and I concede my motives were not completely pure), I decided not to push the matter.
Up next, some sketches of proper architecture.
The Significant Other, sketched… not sure where.
Two female relatives, in a pub overlooking the river Arun:
They were not satisfied with their portrayals; I challenged them to do better, a challenge accepted by another female relative who tried to draw me:
I think she captured the quiet tormented despair in my eyes quite well.
I missed my schedule for about a month, for various (not very good) reasons. But I now have more material and plan to post twice a week through July (Thursdays/Sundays).
Croft Castle, Shrewsbury (or possibly Herefordshire):
An interior window:
One of the Significant Other’s shoes, which was ill-balanced and needlessly difficult to walk in – thus, I put it to another use, and filled it with soil and lobelias:
In other news, Lidl is having a Craft Beer Week. The IPA (Derail Ale, Steambox Brewery) is forgettable; the English Pale Ale (Marstons) is a bit better; the “dark vanilla porter” (Tunnel Blower, Steambox) is very nice, and, surprisingly, tastes of vanilla. (Porter descriptions aren’t always accurate. “Hints of chocolate and coffee”, in particular, seems to be a brewers’ euphemism for “tastes like someone put their fag out in your beer”.)
Alas, I have broken my 8-month streak of posting every Sunday, having simply forgotten, last night, to scan the pictures. Now I must begin again.
The room of a young student:
The local pub/steamboat Mark Twain, with gangplank in the foreground – the word “twain” meaning “two”, and the meaning of “mark two” being (I think) the second fathom mark on a rope or stick used for fathoming the waters – also the pen-name of an American humourist.