I've not had time to scan any more pages...
Brush markers in untitled sketchbook.
17/11/2010
16/11/2010
Business as usual
On the drive outside the house, yes, it's that old chum, death underfoot, on a crisply lit day.
Hot, clear day in Jaffa
I still have so much material I'd like to use in my photographs from Israel, but will stop mining this source when I come to the end of this sketchbook...
Brush markers and watercolours in untitled sketchbook
15/11/2010
Buildings in Tel Aviv
More drawings from my photographs.
Brush marker and watercolour in untitled sketchbook.
Bed swap
Some blue watercolour paint bled into the face from another page in the sketchbook...
Ink pen, brush marker and watercolour in untitled sketchbook.
14/11/2010
Remembrance Sunday
The quickest scribbles made watching the Remembrance Day parade at the Cenotaph on TV this morning, which I've watched every year since I came to England (there's a whole article in that, but I won't write it now). Elgar's Nimrod near the beginning is where I got undone, but the quivery lines are just because of how quickly the images on the tv change. I think.
Brush markers (with a touch of watercolour in two of them) in untitled sketchbook.
Luscious fruit
Still working from photographs of Israel. I think I had such a long period in England, watching the seasons change in my garden, the things of everyday life – the dog, friends coming and going, hospitals and vets – that I am now still drinking in and absorbing the chance to see different light, different streets, architecture, people. There is the added fascination of Israel being the country where I was born and spent the first eight years of my life, so everything is at once strange and filled with a complete familiarity. This one is from the many photos (and drawings) of Shuk HaCarmel in Tel Aviv.
Brush markers in untitled sketchbook.
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