Thursday 18 February 2016

Costas Liverpool Street


Doing a drawing project on the Circle Line, coldest day of the year and I stupidly arrange to meet students on the platform at Sloane Square. It had not seemed important when I wrote the brief that its an above ground station and therefore I froze after 5 minutes. Moving on to the second contact point at Liverpool Street, seated in the warmth of Costa Coffee felt luxurious. Two Brazilian woman are next to me chattering loudly in Portuguese. The view is mainly looking out towards Boots with one eye checking out for anything untoward happening to students. Three girls tell me they have been approached by some unsavoury boys and later the police ask them about the interaction as the boys have been noted as being "up to no good". The girls tell me that the low slung trousers on one of the boys was so extreme it showed his bum crack........Nice

Sunday 14 February 2016

Queenswood Cafe Battersea Square

Sitting at the bar in the Cafe waiting for Pearl to finish ballet class. I note that every member of staff in this establishment speaks Spanish. The barista is leaving the following day and is mainly planning his leaving do, he has a final burst of energy going round asking people if they want more coffee. This is some contrast to a few weeks previously when he was sending customers away with the excuse they were too busy, yes even just for coffees ........(many tables were free).

Thursday 11 February 2016

Custard Cream

A portrait of a custard cream- I stared intently at this biscuit for several hours breathing in its custardy smell and never once felt like eating it.

Wednesday 10 February 2016

Watching TV



TV watching family presents a good opportunity for observational drawing and for testing out new pens. In the top drawing is Andrew watching TV in a lovely apartment in Malaga, he is watching football which for me is a mainly green screen with some small elements moving across it and a droning soundtrack with universal intonation that sounds the same in any language. I had previously been watching a very niche local Malaga recipe channel, diligently following a recipe for cheese filled polenta buñuelos. The local chef was very proudly using a dish cloth he had been sent by a local Polish fan.
The lower two drawings are a Sunday afternoon viewing with Pearl engrossed while wrapped up in an O'Neil fleece. The light is dim but its only mid afternoon, gloomy January.