Granny's Rinse Adventures

I absolutely loved creating and drawing this short story recently and I would like to preview it here...

Coupled with Granny's almost excessive thirst for experimentation and the Grumpy Grey Grannies' rigid lack of imagination...

The help of Judge Cloud is called upon...who, has the experience of forever...

The Granny's Rinse Adventures Comic will soon be available in my shop, OUCH!

Two White Peacocks

The following photos were taken on Isola Bella, an island on Lake Maggiore, Italy.


To see all pictures at their larger original size, click on the image once for the light-box viewer.

Flesh and Stone

Andy and I were happy to be able to stay in Arona, Italy again this year, in early October. 
I share a collection of shots that I took, titled Flesh and Stone...

Here is a link to a post I wrote about our trip to Italy last year...

These are all part of the 'Turned to Stone' series.

Wales

We visited my mother and other relatives in Wales in late September. I show a couple of select shots here starting with one that was only savoured once I had put my camera away. For it's memories sake...

The second was captured in a greasy spoon cafe. The people who ran it spoke in Welsh amongst themselves and in English to us.

To add to the Salt series, is a little protein. Better reserves to get through a pending winter...

(must store it

 like a gerbil does

 in it's cheek pouches)

Windows

Outside it is cold and dark

Yet

Inside the sun rises




This is another shot taken by me from The Windows series. To see originals at their actual size, you can just click on the image once...(more new discoveries!)

To Master

As may be expected; my inertia-ridden, tantrum throwing revolts subsided when I journeyed (as I often do) into the world of Jean Giraud Moebius. All the while, through the end of October I was thinking as I drew in my studio "What about my hand?...It's gonna fall off!" 

The days are getting dark as early as 4.30pm. 

I may not need to explain any further why, after having studied this illustration, I felt like a spoilt child.

Here is a link to see a larger version...

It is an enchanting drawing, and could even put some of the old masters more on their tippy toes...(and this one is still alive). A drawing like this almost lets you breathe more.

A humbled Gwen returned, tail between legs, to her Roald Dahl-esque shed at the bottom of the garden.

Note: Some images, like this one, that I re-elaborate on this blog, have been shared with the full intention to spread further awareness of something I believe to be good, and of value. Although I have not sought consent of it's origins, I hope that this is acknowledged with respect; it was found on google image search and was already published on-line at the URL link, and before that, I do not know where it was found. With thanks.

Speedo

I drew this on a card for my nephew Karl's 3rd birthday this September. The gift that I sent over to Berlin consisted of a pair of bright red Speedo swimming trunks and a giant red sausage balloon. Tagged to the balloon where very specific instructions for it to be blown up on the big day.

A short play...The Golden Hour

My partner Andrew Bridgmont is  putting on a play and I would like to sound it out here on the blog. This is the way that theatre practitioners in the industry go about getting their own work a platform, it may be an initial foot-hold before something like The Edinburgh Fringe Festival. He is a fantastic writer (and director), and has been an actor in the industry for 30 years and produced a number of other plays in the past...

To quote Andrew: "I came to the table with an idea based on a short story I had written and we began to talk about ways of bringing it to life in dramatic form. I would go away and come back with a rough draft. The actors would read it and then we would all discuss what seemed to be working and what needed to be looked at. We repeated this process. Three months and numerous drafts later we arrived at this slender 25 minute two-hander. Its next test is in front of an audience".

The play...

Lizzie has just murdered her pimp with a bottle of Moet champagne. Before facing the music she sets out to meet her final client, Frank.  Although it appears that his only interests are tea and the Foxtrot, Frank proves to be more than Lizzie ever thought possible. She is faced with a decision.                                                                                                

This 45 minute two-hander is a funny, erotic and ultimately moving portrait of a woman’s unconventional response to love, sex and ‘50’s Britain.

At:
The Concert Artistes' Association, 20 Bedford St, London WC2
Tues 1st Nov at 4pm and Wed 2nd Nov at 7.30pm.

The Poetry Cafe, 22 Betterton St, London WC2
Thurs 3rd Nov at 4pm and 6.30pm.

Do come along, any of my avid blog readers interested in a fine story told and performed by the finest.

Please RSVP your chosen performance for complementary admission and a glass of wine to: 
andrewbridgmont@hotmail.com or phone 0208 533 3954

Insert 1st Nov 2011: I am definitely planning to be at this show for the evening performances on Wednesday and Thursday, it would be really great to see you...I am looking forward to this!