Intermittently Regular 365 Sketch Project Update 90-101

Again, who cares if I’m not daily. This collection contains drawings made during our 2 week family holiday to St. Ives Bay between Gwithian and Hayle. We had a wonderful time and it was something all of us needed after a particularly textural year. My only regret with these is I didn’t take any colour facility, but I was resting.

All images link through to the Instagram post from whence they came. An angel meets a fairy every time you click through and give one of the drawings a like.

90/365 White ladies Road walkers walking. Long day doing very slow test render frames, heavy ray tracing. Took to drawing people going by outside. There are two trees framing my vantage point, so I had 2 to 4 seconds (depending on pedestrian velocity) to see the individual, then made the marks after they had disappeared from view. Reminds me of a life drawing exercise where model and easel are placed in separate rooms, sometimes separate floors to promote the act of looking. Bonus traffic cones. V-ball. Notebook: Ethel

 

91/355 The hallowed Vittoria on Whiteladies Road. Home to the occasional accidentally lost evening. Currently doing a nice line in sandwiches. A bit rusty and I bit of more than I can chew with the architectural aspects. At some point one realises one should’ve measured stuff. Probably will return to this. 30mins. (Lunch break) Pencil. Notebook: Ethel.
2/365 The washing up needed doing and I could only find a biro. 5 mins. Pen. Notebook: Ethel
92/365 The washing up needed doing and I could only find a biro. 5 mins. Pen. Notebook: Ethel
93/365 Fallen slightly behind in uploading these, so prepare for high volume. We just got back from 2 weeks in St. Ives Bay, and although the area has a reputation for art and drawing my main plan for the holiday was to do very little. However drawings did occur. Here’s some windows from the nearby town of Hayle. Straight to V-Ball. 2 mins. Notebook: Artemis.
94/365 View of St Ives from the beach across the bay. If I had taken watercolours I could done a sketch of this every hour a not come up with two the same, the light and colour are constantly changing. Straight to V-Ball. 10 mins. Notebook: Ethel.
95/365 I spent most of the holiday trying to be without my phone. So when my Youngest completed a rather impressive sand castle complex then asked me to take a photo, I crumbled with regret. The only option was to draw it instead (like they did in the old days). In the face of my obvious disappointment at the result, Youngest deemed it an accurate reflection of his efforts. Pencil. 15 minutes. Notebook: Ethel.
96/365 One of the life guard stations on St. Ives Bay beach, partly hidden in the dunes and the grass. They attend from 10-6 to save your life. Blessed are they all. Pencil. 20 mins. Notebook: Ethel
97/365 Sitting in the Ice Cream Parlour on the sea front of St. Ives (I wasn’t eating because I’m watching my figure), looking across the bay with Porthminster Beach on the right there. Fond memories of St Ives from many years past when lack of children meant we could visit out of season, and walk the empty beautiful streets at leisure. Still good though. Straight to V-Ball. 5 minutes. Notebook: Artemis
98/365 Various people on the beach on St Ives Bay. Including surfers, families, lifeguards, hikers, dogs, flags, kites. Most of human life passing the time. Straight to V-Ball. 20 mins. Notebook: Ethel.
99/365 Super fast rooftop study. Waiting for the shopping expedition to return. Hayle. Pencil. 4 mins. Notebook: Artemis
100/365 That’s number ONE HUNDRED😀🎉🎉🎉🎉👌👍 Houses and shop fronts through bushes. Hayle. That’s bunting not Tibetan Prayer Flags #notbristol. Multicoloured biro. 15 mins Notebook: Ethel NUMBER ONE HUNDRED, I said. Dooosh!
101/365 Godrevy Lighthouse viewed from St Ives Bay Beach. The last one for today you’ll be relieved to hear. Again given a watercolour set and the inclination I could’ve made a sketch every hour and ended the fortnight with a hundred and a half of pictures all very different in colour and mood such was the transient nature of the light there. Pencil. 25 mins Notebook: Ethel

It broke under your watch, what’s happening now is just the unravelling.

Watching the likes of Tony Blair and his -ites get so passionate against a distinctly democratic surge in the Labour Party with the legacy they left, makes one wonder why they didn’t think of applying that kind of passion in keeping the Tory Swing Voters they’re so adamant they need.

I missed this from Channel Four News a few weeks ago, it addresses some key points I think.

“When I look at ‘New Labour’ I wonder whether it wasn’t like trying to light a bonfire on a frozen lake – looked marvellous, bright lights, shining white, but you melted away your own support.”

Notebook Organisation:

reblogging study-well:

There are lots of different ways to oraganise a notebook so here’s a quick guide to some options:

Date pages and entries. Write today’s date on the page and start writing. This is helpful if you want to a time record of your ideas, and notes.

Prepare a table of contents. Leave a few pages blank at the beginning of the notebook and write “Table of Contents” on the first page. Save this space for a place for you to jot down the major sections of your notebook as well as any accompanying page numbers. Some notebooks, such as the  leuchtturm1917notebooks have built in blank table of contents.

Create your own sections. Divide up your notebook into as many different smaller sections as you need. You could use sticky notes or tabs. You could combine this with a table of contents.

Dedicate specific pages of the notebook for different needs. You could keep the left page of a journal for your diagrams and charts and the right side for your notes, and thoughts.

Make an index. Flip to the back of the notebook and set aside about ten blank pages for an index. Mark the first page of this section “Index” and then write three letters of the alphabet to each page. As you take notes in your notebook, you can jot down specific or general subjects in this index to help you find items.

Use a tagging system. Make your entry into your notebook. In the example, they have recorded a Chinese recipe.  Go to the back of the notebook and add a tag or title, e.g. “Chinese” on the left edge of the page. Go back to the first page where the entry was, and on the same line number as you wrote “Chinese” make a black mark on the edge. You make this mark so that even when the notebook is closed, the mark is visible. After repeating this for various recipes, you now have various tags visible on the notebooks edge. If you ever wanted to find a Chinese recipe, you simply look at the index, locate the label, and look along the visible edge which has been tagged as Chinese. Then just flick to each marked page. You’re not limited to one tag per page. You could tag a page 2 or 3 times. So if you jot down a chicken stir fry you could tag it as “Chicken” and “Chinese”. This is described with pictures here.

Sources; 12

On Gwangi


Amongst the methonal fumes, corduroy flares and taste of cresta in the pre-star wars seventies there was relatively little of the fantastic to occupy the day dreaming mind of the under 10s. There was occasional Saturday morning Godzilla, there was Flash Gordon and various other assorted grand ideas fitting into a budget.

Valley of Gwangi crashed into my world during this time. At Gran’s house, A creepy pre title, the very western theme music with crashing timpani (by Jerome Morross of Big Country (not that one that one), the promise of cowboys vs dinosaurs. A playfulness of genre unusual until the age when comic books finally took over cinema.

Gwangi was conceived by Willis O’Brien, prime animator of the original King Kong. It was Part of a set of ideas featuring Cowboys and monsters (including Mighty Joe Young and the xxxxx). O’Brien was unable to finish the project and handed it to his apprentice, Ray Harryhausen, who had by then completed many multi creature films which were mostly better t.

The Allosaurus in gwangi was fast moving, tail constantly curling, in a candid moment it scratched it’s nose. It was alive. Many books at that time were still telling us that dinosaurs were sluggish, slow moving cold blooded creatures. But Harryhuasen looked at them with the eye of an animator, seeing how they neeed to move. Consequently he was ahead of many paleantologists and he produced a level of dynamism unmatched until Speilberg got his hands in the Train Set 23 years later.

Showing my children a film such as this is a recipe for heartbreak. They’re raised on hi end 21st century cgi, it’s meaning is lost to them because they don’t get the history and it’s just too old. Sometimes it’s equally devastating revisiting a treasure of childhood, one sees the flaws not perceived at such a young age. Gwangi carries some of that, yet the magic still carries me away.

I had the privilege of meeting Harryhausen about twenty years ago. I managed to mumble about how much I loved the film and had gone through the lasso sequence frame by frame enough times to degrade a VHS. He smiled and told me the story of how they had taken a jeep with a pole, the stunt riders lassoed the pole and the jeep accelerated back and forth pulling the riders off the horses, and then by the “magic of cinema” (his words) they removed the pole and put Gwangi in. I nodded gratefully and crawled back under my stone.

As mentioned The Valley of Gwangi is being shown as an open air screening in  Victoria Square, Bedminster, Bristol on August 8th as part of the Bristol Bad Film Club (wtf?) (oh wait, they apologise). I am unable to attend and have nothing but cold, hard envy for all of you who can.