Seems like the Turner Prize has manufactured a bit of a ‘kerfuffle’ yet again. I think that if no one took any notice of them they would consider it a failure. Politicians sticking their comments in are only good for the news about it. The public, we the great uninformed, get to show our outrage, contempt, shock, horror, curiosity, admiration, and in my case envy, at what they have been allowed to do. Strewth, I wish someone would give me a few thousand quid, a large warehouse and ‘people to help me bring my vision alive’ that I’ve drawn on the back of an envelope. I’d love it. I’d talk all the ‘art bollocks speak’ using the word juxtaposition juxtaposed with just about everything, and leave the public gasping at my daring and skill.
But that’s the point is it not. The fact that they have the freedom to do this stuff is the essential thing. The fact that a lot of it is just ‘art bollocks’ is the price of freedom.
I’ve called this one “Drawing a blank”
It’s one of the drawings that will be in my exhibition in August of next year,
I’ll post details nearer the time.
Thanks for looking in.
Well there are people with unusual names but it is odd how they seem to get work which suits them. I was reminded of this when this morning I had an email from my phone suppliers signed by someone in sales called Samantha Honey. What a great name for someone in sales. It could have been better, Beatrice would have suited her well.
There are times when ideas come a little thin and enthusiasm for an idea gets above its worth.I’ve generally no idea whether this is the case with any ideas. I go off them and then later find them unreasonably amusing and carry on with them again. This is the case with Names. I did a series of drawings on this subject some time ago and then an email reminds me that it might not have been as bad an idea as I originally thought when I abandoned them. Digging them out yesterday, the drawings need finishing but I’m re-envigorated to do so.
I have an exhibition coming next year in August and with a bit of luck I’ll get them into that, together with other random ideas that will hopefully seem worth it. Unless I go off the idea altogether again and do something else.
Here’s a sample of one of them. This is Pastor Al Dente, of course!
Tim Bird used to be the tree officer in our local town.
Just seen this in the Park and thought it well worth adding, what a wonderful name. I bet he was a lovely gent, and he probably deserved to live till 90.
…on the Chain Gang.
I’ve been reviewing, it’s that time of year. I took this bit of video in Gloucester where they repair and refurbish boats and ships some time ago. This one is a fine tall ship. I was struck by the fact that these guys were chipping away at a chain! How much more interesting if they’d got a bit more of a rhythm to it. Perhaps they could have done it to the sound of the Chain Gang as sung by the great Sam Cooke
. I think the ship is called the Kaskelot, and it’s worth looking at the site from the link below. Re-caulking is what the chap by the ship is doing, that is hammering in bits of rope that are in between the boards that make the hull, there’s much more information on the link that will give all the interesting details about how it was all done.
There’s more information right here: The Kaskelot
As you can see I’m trying my hand a little videos, I hope you enjoy them.
Here’s a change from other stuff, a short tour around a cabbage and some sheds. It’s not high on production values, but the light on the plot makes it worthwhile, perhaps. It’s heaven for all you ‘sheddists’ out there. Happy plotting!
It was a question I forgot to ask of the gentleman in the photo, who runs this family off- licence in Sheffield where I’ve been again. Dropped into this place in Walkley which is not far from the University area of the City and is well worth a visit. I’ve never seen so many varieties of beer and whisky ( and other alcoholic beverages with strange names ) in one place. Belgian beers and some fine malt whiskies. It’s a family run operation and the shop itself has not changed radically for many years.
They don’t seem to have a website but they certainly have a Facebook page, take a look or better still go and try some of their stuff: The Dram
We’ve had some of those bright sunny winter days where the light is better almost than at any other time, clear and sharp. I came across this building in Sheffield which has some fine brickwork. It’s the end of a church built entirely of brick and in perfect condition, I’d love to have seen the bricklayers putting that together. I’ve tried my hand at bricklaying and for those of you with a tense disposition I’d recommend it. I was only let loose on some garden walls but found the whole thing extremely relaxing. I was advised after completing my handywork that I’d better not be let loose on anything vital like a garage, or I’d need a rubber car. Lets say that the walls ‘swayed’ a little. Not a problem with this building.
Note the artistic juxtaposition of brick and winter sky. There it is again: that word: juxtaposition. It’s one of those words heard on radio four arts programmes and it’s usually when I reach for the off switch. Pretentious? Moi?
Speaking of art I came across this brilliant piece of work by an unknown artist. You could call it an installation or give it another name like “Untitled”. It’s not likely to exist for much longer as it’s on display on a poster site down the road near Carphone Warehouse and the “canvas” is likely to be re-used soon for a bog-off promotion for Tesco.
Thanks for popping in!
I can imagine that if you follow a cartoonist, you might expect to see nothing but cartoons on this site.It’s a fair point but then there are other things to look at. I take the odd photograph and the odder the better sometimes. The following picture is the last one in the series of ‘shops with daft names’ and by way of a change this one’s in Cheltenham and not Sheffield, and the sentiment in the shop name is one that is about right to close the subject.
I’ve discovered since starting these blogs some time ago that they are perhaps the equivalent of ‘chatting in the pub’. As I’ve not been in a pub for some time and have never considered myself a ‘regular’ at any establishment like that, perhaps I’m not really to know. At least with these sort of one way conversations ( I do get comments, which are much appreciated ) I end the conversation as sober as I began it.
I’ve also discovered that the blogs with the most views are not necessarily the ones with cartoons in them, which if I was of sensitive disposition I might feel bad about, and I bloody well do! Getting used to rejection comes with the territory with this sort of thing, now leave me alone to well in my own despondency. Here’s a drawing , I don’t give a stuff if you like it or not. I’m in one of those moods, I’ll be back to normal soon. Perhaps I need a visit to the pub.
If you have been, thanks for following, I can’t believe that I’ve just topped the 400!
She’s visiting a Country House somewhere in Great Britain, which she still insists on calling it.She knows about these places as she looks after one on a purely voluntary basis near her home in Norfolk, and tries to stop small children crawling over the fine furniture or bouncing on the four poster in the master bedroom. The bed would not survive the bouncing as it’s only the fact that the woodworm is holding hands that it stays together. She’s not sure of what to make of the recently acquired ‘art’ in this place but is told that it cost thousands, she’d prefer a Constable any day.
This is nothing to do with French bridge building, but my recent plans to revisit the work of Graham Laidler : Pont
Here’s an example of what he did about the British and below is my own version, but mine is just a rough for the time being. I’m trying to go through as many of his versions as possible and in this instance the drawings have a similar construction, as the subject leaves little to be updated really. Other subjects may well have changed. My exhibition is in August next year so I have plenty of time. Sometimes this is not a good idea as I have a tendency to leave everything to the last minute, and at times produce my better work when under pressure.
Anyhow, today was a simply beautiful sunny day here, bright blue skies and lovely sunshine all day, but cold. It would have been easy to use this good weather to go out for a random walk, but I kept my discipline and got on with the drawing. With Bruce Springsteen at some considerable volume the day has gone well.
Punch was a very well known magazine in the UK which was a haven for cartoonists and it was always my ambition in the early days to get something published in there. I managed it once when the magazine had a brief revival after going out of publication, and that was my Punch career over as it folded properly. Hopefully nothing to do with my contribution. Pont was popular when it was in it’s heyday, which I missed. However, it does seem to still exist on-line as a repository for a load of cartoons from it’s archives, so it’s still making money from the cartoons. I wonder if the cartoonists or their estates make anything? It would be good to think that they do.
Here’s my own modest take on the one above.
I hope to get that lovely feeling of light and dark into the final drawing. It will have the same title as the Pont version and an acknowledgement to him too.
More news on my exhibition will be posted as we get closer to the deadline.
How does she do it?
I know I’m a bit biased but this blog is worth a read. It’s all about these little chaps, who happen to be my grandsons.
This is from last year when I was commissioned to do a Christmas card for a very loyal client of mine, who’s company mends large trucks and is keen on motor racing in his limited spare time. It reflects the big story at the time which with today’s sort of news seems a little insignificant, that is the fixing of emissions that VW got involved in by tampering with software. He’s asked me to do another card for this year, which is kind of him and he must like them, but for me it seems an odd way to market yourself. Perhaps it’s just the cynic in me, but Christmas cards have a very short shelf life and are probably seem by the wrong people. ( He always sends me one of my own cards, and I don’t have any big trucks to mend, or to drive )
When I worked for the printing company locally there was always a big effort at Christmas to send out shedloads of paper with Season’s Greetings on them, or a calendar.Our best ever idea in that regard was Witty’s Little Red Book, which was a collection of overheard remarks made in the office heard by one of my colleagues, who happened to be called Witt. Some of the stuff in there was a little politically incorrect but almost all of it funny in some way, and it was fun to do.They let me loose on cartoons for it too.
Shedloads, the word gives me the excuse to include this.
In the late seventies ( yes I really am that old! ) my then business partner and I used to go to some trouble to give out Christmas pressies to keep our clients sweet, and in the main it did. Just the odd bottle of wine, nothing over the top, and we always did our own label. When I went on my own I gave out very small bottle of whisky ( I was doing well, it was tax deductible! ) and I did a personalised label for each of them. I called it Aulde Bribery and the sub heading and contents read: “99% proof that you gave me a job last year”.
It went down better than a Christmas card, in both senses of the phrase.
I shan’t be mentioning Christmas again,( Bah Humbug! ), I’ve used up all I can usefully say on it here, but I hope you have a good one.