Draw Duke Street: the reckoning

I Intended this post to appear sooner – right at the “completion” of the drawing, but the final days of the project left me exhausted and unable to say much of value. Then a number of tasks I had postponed needed to be done, and then of course, Christmas. This will lose much of the … Continue reading →

Can’t think of a snappy title…

Don’t really have time to blog so this will be very much to the point. Last night I took several hours just drawing out and clarifying the shapes of the roofs so that Emma, who came to help, could inkwash them (giving more and more of it away…) and lost the evening hours I’d hoped … Continue reading →

The final Monday

I drew, among other things, three pubs today. It was interesting to look at my work on Mills bar, from about 8am, in comparison to the late afternoon’s work on the Alexandra. The work on the former is fairly crisp, has some liveliness to it- the little people seen from above feel animated and well … Continue reading →

The final push

There are many aspects of adulthood our parents and teachers fail to prepare us for, but one I’ve been thinking of  a lot right now – and early this morning, as I walked to the gallery  – is how no-one ever warns you that adult life will consist of numerous moments where longing and dread … Continue reading →

I have not always relied on the kindness of strangers…

Yes, that’s right: we have reached the ‘Blanche Dubois’ stage of the Draw Duke Street proceedings where I develop a heightened fear of harsh lighting and plummet headlong into disastrous encounters with brutish Polish-Americans… Well, not really, but today’s title reflects an unexpected, bizarre but rather lovely intervention by the member of the public on … Continue reading →

The Third Monday – aka ‘The Clocks are Bleeding!’

Wow. It’s Tuesday, and I’m blogging about Monday – and I haven’t blogged since Wednesday for that matter. Do we call that laziness, or can I ascribe that to the busyness of the project – the space and time to capture my thoughts has been squeezed out by other concerns. I have been guilt-ridden as … Continue reading →

Back-breaking toil.

What is it about the metaphors this week? Scrub that. What is it about the CLICHED metaphors this week? Momentum. Tipping Points, and now back breaking – or should I say, breaking the back of, that colours today’s lecture. I wonder if it’s self-directed PR; that is, PR I am directing at myself, to convince … Continue reading →

Tipping points

Day thirteen  – and not unlucky. Not at all. Today felt like a massive step forward on many fronts – I feel that we are now at the level of busy, frenetic, and productive (that we possibly needed to be at a little earlier than now, but I am just glad we are) we should … Continue reading →

Day twelve. Wait, what – day TWELVE????

Momentum. A hard thing to achieve, and even harder, I think, to control. Today we achieved momentum: my first interview, Ainsley was out making good on her groundwork, two volunteers signed up who look very promising, a short film made about the project and I think, the groundwork to resolving my ‘fit’ problems and putting … Continue reading →

Obstacles physical and intellectual

Sunday and back in the gallery. I started the day by clearing a few decks, and arranging meets with volunteers. Bit of a flap this morning- as I was walking my mother in law to be to the train station (I was running late) I saw a girl standing outside the shut up gallery. I … Continue reading →