This is one of the jobs I’ve been working on recently. These classes for little ones are being run by my very talented friend Lisa. They are going to be available to the lucky parents and one to five year olds living in the Northern Beaches area near Sydney. If only we lived in the area I’d have my four year old Xavier booked in immediately. The reason I know that she is so talented is that when my three older children were little, Lisa looked after them in all of her university holidays. It was a delight to be able to work in my studio or visit clients knowing that my children were having such a lovely time with her. She has a magical talent with children and a real understanding of how to encourage their creativity. So if you have children between one and five do yourself a favour, pick up the phone and ring 0413 099 004 and get yourself booked into the classes.
Go on, go on, you know you want to buy it. And if you do you’ll be able to enjoy some hilarious blog stories in places where you can’t take your computer, with all of the profits going to UK charity Comic Relief. I submitted a written piece to this, but as a mere sketchblogger, my little offering wasn’t needed amongst the illustrious and very funny pieces by the best and funniest UK bloggers. Next Red Nose Day I’ll get my revenge — you’ll have to draw to get into my book! The book’s publishers, Lulu.com, have very kindly offered to donate their share of the profits to Comic Relief.
A so-so evening. This was the best of the ten-minute sketches. Valerie was a lovely sociable model who seemed really interested in the people drawing her. She’ll be there for the next two sessions and then that’ll be it with this group, as it only runs in the colder months. I shall miss it.
My life-drawing sessions are three weeks in a row, followed by one session that’s a lecture or demonstration. So this week try and enjoy the sight of people on trains instead.
The longest pose on Wednesday night, 45 minutes – and yes the lights are a bit of a problem, strong flat overhead lights when many of us would love some kind of directional light.
This is a memory illustration of the trees we drove past yesterday evening. The location is the other side of town but every season the delicacy of the trees always seems to strike a chord. I must go back and record them properly some time instead of thinking ‘How lovely!’ as we drive past at sixty miles an hour.
