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Art en Vrac 2011

In Pen on 14 December 2011 with no comments

It’s been a while with no posts, sorry.

These are some 10-seconds skeches made during my exhibition at Art en Vrac in the summer 2011. 10 seconds is literally the time most people spend in front of an artwork. I wish it was a bit more…

Pineapple, bananas, oranges, red cabbage and felt tips

In For sale, Pen on 30 September 2010 with no comments

Pineapple, bananas, oranges and red cabbage (21cmx30cm)

Having two daughters under ten means you never run out of felt tip pens, and the inspiration which comes with it!

Scruffy the cat

In Pen on 18 March 2010 with no comments

I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.
Jean Cocteau

Life drawing in London – Everybody chips in

In Pen on 13 March 2010 with no comments

Helped in this sketch : Erwan, Ivan, Sim (autopop), Ben (hazardandchance), a french girl, an english guy and a few more

Last Thursday…

In Artwork, Pen on 21 January 2010 with no comments

Sketch of Rebecca reading the poems of John Donne

Listen to Rebecca reading the poem here:

The Sun Rising

Busy old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows and through curtains call on us?
Must to thy motions lovers’ seasons run?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late schoolboys and sour ‘prentices,
Go tell court huntsmen that the King will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices;
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Thy beams, so reverend and strong
Why shoulds’t thou think?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long;
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,
Whether both th’Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou left’st them, or lie here with me?
Ask for those kings whom thou saw’st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, ‘All here in one bed lay.’

She’s all states, and all princes, I;
Nothing else is.
Princes do but play us; compared to this,
All honour’s mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world’s contracted thus;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that’s done in warming us.
Shine here, to us, and thou art everywhere;
This bed thy centre is, these walls, thy sphere.

Nince analysis for the poem here

Just2suites – teapot view

In Artwork, Pen on 15 December 2009 with no comments

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Just2suites – teapot view
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September 2007

I’ll be seeing you – Ghost Town Crooners

In Artwork, Music, Pen on 6 November 2009 with 6 comments

Lying down

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