Doodle 05.08.16

Good morning!

I can’t believe it’s August again already! This time last year I was, come to think of it, doing exactly what I have been doing for the past week or so: field sketching. That’s right – a little over exactly a year ago I caught a rickety old bus to the North East coast of England, toting a backpack of art supplies and cereal bars, with the sole intention of capturing nature at its best. And, funnily enough, a year later I took my art backpack on another little adventure, this time to the national park in Snowdonia, to paint me some mountains and seascapes. This time I did not go alone, but was accompanied by my mother, who waited patiently for me to commit these scenes to paper, often waiting for hours as we sat cramped up between a pile of boulders and waited for layers of paint to dry. I commend her patience in this endeavour, and would like to thank her on behalf of all the flora and fauna of Gwynedd who have been enriched by her conversation (as an alternative pair of listening ears to her otherwise-absorbed-in-sketching daughter).

What follows is taken directly from my field sketchbook and encompasses the rough sketches and water colours I made on my various walks around the stunning land of Gwynedd. I’d like to hope they capture some of the essence of the coastline and woods in a way photography often cannot. I’ll let you be the judge.

Barmouth Estuary, water colours and ink. After walking around Barmouth for a bit and soaking up the seaside air, I made my way across stepping stones and rockfaces to sit on a boulder for three hours trying to capture this vista of the Barmouth bridge.

A closer view of the sketch of Barmouth Bridge.

A closer view of Barmouth


The Bay at Borth y Gest, looking over to Harlech castle. Painted whilst snuggled into a crevice halfway up a cliff, using a rockpool for water supply.


Rocks and Seawater, pen and ink.


Harlech Castle in the distance, pen and ink.


A view of Llyn Tegid (Lake Bala) from the caravan porch. Watercolour and indian ink.


Llyn Cynwch, light study in charcoal and ink wash.


Llyn Cynwch, watercolour and ink. Painted whilst balanced on a rock in a field full of sheep, listening to the strange conversations of passing ramblers.


Until the next post!

Doodle 10.06.16

Father’s Day…

(Apparently, it is not Father’s Day tomorrow in the UK, it’s next weekend. Therefore happy Early Father’s Day, Kenneth!)

Happy Friday, once again. This week’s post is for Father’s Day (which I think is this weekend!). 

When I was little we used to go on holiday on a canal boat called The Odyssey. Lots of adventures happened aboard this boat, and in the woods on the canal bank, and I have been remembering them this week. The following series of drawings and sketches are based on my memories of one particular time aboard The Odyssey when my Dad gave us each a matchbox and told us to fill it with as many interesting things as we could find lying around. The pictures are of my sister and I as we went in search of treasure along the canal bank.


This week’s studio, which has moved into the living room to escape the mess of packing. All credit for the arm goes to Hodel Herlihy.


The captain of The Odyssey was always my dad. That makes the captain’s daughter my sister. And the Boson’s boy belonged to whichever family was with us on the boat. He is an amalgamation of all our various friends aboard ship.

The Boson’s Boy.


The Captain’s Daughter


The Boson’s boy and the Caotain’s daughter find treasure in the hedgerow!


Going into the woods to look for treasure.


Whilst my sister was off adventuring, I was off looking for fairies…

Little Sister sketch


Little Sister sits in the woods and talks to the fairies.


Thinking aboard the Odyssey…


Seeing faces in the trees.


And down there on the bank are my parents, just between those trees at the bottom. Although they’re not in the foreground of this adventure, they were always waiting back at the boat, usually with dinner waiting. Hats off to the Captain and Quartermaster, and Happy Father’s Day!

Doodle 25.04.16 (The Girl in the Boat)

The next instalment of The Girl in the Boat 🙂

Suddenly, a strange boy stepped out from the shadows. “Hello,” he said. “What are you doing in my cave? Are you lost?”


He didnt usually find people in the cave. In fact, he had flown far and wide searching for people to talk to, but the girl was the first he had met.


He had seen her boat as it sailed towards the mountains, and he had watched her climb up to his cave. The boy was very curious, he had never met anyone with a boat before. The girl had never met anyone who could fly, either.


But the girl said she was leaving, she had many places to go to in her boat.


“In that case, I will come with you,” said the boy.


So the girl cast off once again, and the boy flew in the sky behind her.

Doodle 14.02.16

For all my friends and family, close by and far away. Distance is a small thing.

 

It is Valentines Day on Earth.

 
 

Mouse wonders where Dragon is in space.

 
 

Dragon wonders what Mouse is doing on Earth.

 
 

Far out in Space, the aliens wonder why one planet looks so funny today.

 
Happy Valentines Day x 

Doodle 03.02.16

The continued adventures of the girl in the boat.

 

“After sailing for many days, the girl found herself in the still waters of a blue lagoon.”

 
 

“She tied the little boat to a rock and climbed ashore.”

 
 

“She climbed up the cliffs that reached very high.”

 
 

“At last she came to a cave, with rows of stalagtites like teeth.”

 
 

“The girl had the peculiar feeling that she was being followed.”

 
 

“Then she saw something hiding in the gloom.”

 

Should be some more next week 😛

Doodle 13.01.16

Do you remember this person in a boat?

Girl Travelling
Well, here is a little bit more of her story…

 

“Once upon a time there was a house on the cliffs, where a little girl lived by the sea.”

 
 

“One day, when the wind was howling outside, she sat at the window and wished she could go far away.”

 
 

“When the storm had passed she walked along the shore. A boat had washed up.”

 
 

“The boat was wrecked. It had no mast or sail, and seaweed anchored it to the beach.”

 
 

“High up on the cliff, a single sapling grew. It was twisted from always leaning against the wind. The little girl dug it up and planted it in the boat.”

 
 

“Then she took the table cloth from her house and made a sail.”

 
Once upon a time there was a house on the cliffs, where a little girl lived by the sea. One day, when the wind was howling outside, she sat at the window and wished she could go far away. When the storm had passed she walked along the shore. A boat had washed up. The boat was wrecked. It had no mast or sail, and seaweed anchored it to the shore. High up on the cliff, a single sapling grew. It was twisted from always leaning against the wind. The little girl dug it up and planted it in the boat. Then she took the table cloth from her house and made a sail. 

Now the boat had a mast and a sail, and the little girl could sail far away…