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.