Football artistry, or should that be Art History?

When I was ar art school way back when things were in simple black and white, colour television not long invented, one of the lads in my group thought art history was artistry. One can be forgiven for thinking that not much has changed in art or football. Here’s a recent exchange by pundits before the game between France and Holland So Alan can you just sum up what you think of this French team then Well, Monet and his fellow PSG teammate Manet are a real handful, clever and tricky in this impressive forward lineup, linking in with Van … Continue reading Football artistry, or should that be Art History?

All you need for the footy.

First published on here 9 years ago, I make no apologies for recycling this. Back then it was state of the art football watching kit, all you would need to enjoy the game at home. Also back then, drawn some years before 2017 with magic marker and chalk pastel colouring, something I no longer use. The vapour those old markers gave off not being desperately healthy, but boy were they quick. I will be watching the games, from the comfort of my chair, again this time. Hope all you that enjoy football enjoy the competition as much as I intend … Continue reading All you need for the footy.

Cynthia’s Shed

Looking at the date on this, the original drawing was done in 2020. It was drawn from a photograph in pen and ink, then run through a couple of computer programmes. The line drawing was re-traced in Illustrator and then the final line work had colour dropped on it in Photoshop. Since doing all this I’ve gone back to basics and am now just drawing and painting, no fancy retrace ( which in some ways sucks the immediacy out of the drawing ) and no more Adobe Illustrator and Photoshop, I’ve ditched them too. When I found this the other … Continue reading Cynthia’s Shed

Ashton in Makerfield : beware of the dogs.

In my Facebook outline it asks where you are from. I put Wigan, but I could have put in three places in Wigan: Lower Ince, Ashton in Makerfield and Standish. My father was a policeman, and on each promotion, of which he had a lot, he was moved to a different location. My parents did not own a house until after his retirement; all of our houses were police properties. They got progressively smarter as he rose up the greasy pole. Ashton in Makerfield was in the middle, a detached house on a relatively new estate, so he’d been promoted … Continue reading Ashton in Makerfield : beware of the dogs.