Another small sketch from yesterday – well not even that! It’s the start of a sketch I was doing of the husband asleep on the train. (Poor thing, the little one thinks that everyone should be up at 5:30am and Daddy is the one who tries to explain to her that bed is far better. Not much success so far.) Anyway, the aforementioned little one disturbed him despite my attempts to pull her away – not least for my drawing’s sake! – and that was that for pretty much everything. C’est la vie, I suppose, especially with kids, but since it isn’t going to last forever and I will mourn this time when it’s gone, I durst not complain and will say instead that there’s nothing as beautiful as a couple of little girls on a train, standing on the seats and talking loudly at varying levels of comprehensibility. Especially…
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In which Rothgar, the sea bear, swims on through the depths and Songs of Albion comes to a conclusion.
I have been having some very similar thoughts to those of my writing partner Tom Radcliffe on finishing the last image for this project. We have been at this in one form or another since December 2008. I didn’t believe it until I checked my earliest drawing file. Wow. That’s quite a sustained effort. Of course it was mostly over the last year and a half that I was producing the actual images that we used during this past year – summer solstice 2011 to summer solstice 2012. The image above will be the last one. It’s due to be posted on Friday this week. I don’t exactly think it’s a spoiler – any guesses as to what’s going on?? Good luck! lol
As Tom mentioned when he was finishing up…
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Rummaging through old photos threw up these images, taken in a small church, All Saints’ Tudely, visited a few years ago. The church is a miniature gem, tiny and a bit out of the way. What distinguishes it are the windows, all commissioned from, and executed by Marc Chagall, whose work in paint is pretty luminous already. When his vision is applied to glass and light, it’s even lovelier. If you visit, I hope you are luck enough to find the church empty, so you can spend a few quiet moments bathing in the tranquility of the space. There is a sad story behind the commissioning of the windows, but what a beautiful legacy/memorial.