Sunday, 19 November 2017

Pharaoh Saunders

Last night I was at the Barbican to see the legendary Pharaoh Saunders. He is now in his seventies and the Barbican was packed with men in dark clothing and women with sparkly tops (myself included). We had really good seats with an unobscured view of the stage and even though it was completely dark and I couldn't see a thing I wanted to record the event in my sketchbook. I made a series of drawings and only saw them when the lights went up. Also learned that he is called Pharaoh Sanders, as in Colonel and not Saunders.

Tuesday, 26 September 2017

Not at Love Supreme

A hot day hopping out of the Love Supreme festival. Sitting having coffee in a friends garden, the sun is strong and I am aware that my right arm is burning. Really relaxing location and having a very nice chat about performance art with a fellow festival exiteer. As the afternoon wears on more people leave the festival and join the conversation. A 7 year old artist beside me also draws the scene....... very nicely. 

Saturday, 16 September 2017

Vegan Sunday

Sitting in a Malaga cafe I have visited many times before. The cafe is a social enterprise and this leads to a very relaxed easy going atmosphere and surprisingly cheap prices. It is vegan Sunday and I am awaiting the arrival of friends not seen for a very long time. There is a man sitting on a staircase behind me very carefully painting a column of well drawn ants onto the wall.

Thursday, 20 July 2017

We Are Our Brains

Sacha is concentrating hard on his holiday reading, We Are Our Brains by Dick Swaab. I am concentrating hard on capturing the concentration. 

Monday, 17 July 2017

Cabo Pino beach phone call

Relaxing on the beach looking out to sea watching the waves. The weather is rather hazy and so the air is a little cooler and fresh for Andalucia. Sitting to the right are a couple of women who engage a beach salesman into conversation and he seems pleased to have met them. Moments later one of the women's phones ring and she is engaged in deep and loud conversation for more than 30 Minutes.

Thursday, 30 March 2017

The Derive Brick Lane


This is the beginning of a project I set for students. I arranged to meet them in this cafe on Brick Lane - no one turned up, so seated alone I made some drawings of my own.

Sunday, 23 October 2016

The Casino cafe Marbella

This cafe is bright and light and sells a range of bakery goods. I sit watching the mother and daughter eating lunch at the next table. I am in Marbella alone and am recalling how in a previous incarnation of this cafe years before I was locked in the toilet with my daughter. I had to shout ¡ socorro!  and eventually we were rescued by a passing gentleman. Returning to our table, which was roughly where I am sitting to paint, my partner and son were oblivious to our having been missing even though we were locked in for what felt like half and hour. The cafe then was traditional a Spanish affair, full of smokers with a casino next door and toilets with a handle that came off in your hand. I finish the painting and head straight to the toilet to see how far the refurbishment goes. They are no longer up the rickety staircase behind the kitchens.