I really didn't think I'd have to wait until the end of May to get back to my beloved theatres, but I did. When it comes to the cold, I rate at the weedy end of the scale. The Duke of York's is the other theatre in St Martin's Lane that has delightful iron work over the front. Not having drawn these for six months, I was a bit concerned I might suffer from 'first night nerves'. The good news is that having got the position and proportions of the pillars right, it all came flooding back, and I hadn't forgotten my lines afterall!
Another one reminiscent of days gone by, also for the South Woodford Village Gazette. The brief was squirrels eating camellias but as there were other garden features mentioned in the article, I made a trip to Redbridge Garden Centre. Couldn't believe my luck when I came across a stone squirrel.
This is the one in King's Cross. I did want to draw far enough down to get the lovely red sign in, but as usual the paper I had was too small. After an hour and a half, the sun was setting, and the nip in the air had become prominent. Time to leave. I meant to do something small, quick and cute, but unfortunately, drawings, like roads, are often paved with good intentions.
A compilation piece for the South Woodford Village Gazette. I've had a thing for a while now, about those exquisite book illustrations of the '30's, especially those drawn by Rex Whistler for the delightful tales of country life by Beverley Nichols. During the week, I went to see the David Hockney, and also had time to pop into the Paul Nash, as it was daft not to. Well worth it for his pen and pencil work. So what I aimed for here, was that 'memory' of a long gone idyllic world, (pretty much like a holiday) which may, or may not, have existed anyway.
There is a gap in my set of Chelsea drawings. If I had them in 3 rows of 3, there wouldn't be, but as it is, I need one more. For now. Not many boroughs have such attractive street 'furniture', and I thought this cross between architecture and still life would be an alternative one for a placement print. It didn't make the final cut though.
Sort of picking up where I left off over in the Bloggersphere; it all feels a little weird. Anyway, can't live in the past, so here I am. Wyndham's Theatre took me a long time, and that wasn't just the drawing. Cleaning up on Photoshop isn't a five minute job, well not for me, as I had insisted on inking over the original pencil lines, quite necessary too, I may add. Still there is history to pieces done like this, and traces of indelible graphite serve to remind that we don't always get things how we want them straight away.