A selection of other drawings
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House on Lleyn peninsula, Wales (1) (2015) Coloured pencil 42 x 42 cm ● SOLD
This and the next drawing were commissioned by Gwynfor Roberts, who was my art teacher when I was a pupil at Welshpool High School in Wales. This is the house where Gwynfor lived in as a boy. Gwynfor was a fantastic art teacher. He and his wife Jane have been good friends of mine ever since my school days.
House on Lleyn peninsula, Wales (2) (2015) Pen 21 x 30 cm ● SOLD
Elen (my daughter) (2010) Coloured pencil 21 x 30 cm. Original not for sale.
I drew this as a birthday present for Elen. At the time of drawing it I was staying in a bed and breakfast place near Inverness, while doing botanical survey work up there; I had to do it there because I was returning home only about a day before Elen's birthday. The B&B bedroom was rather dimly lit and without a table, so I did most of this drawing in the unlikely setting of an ensuite bathroom that had decent lighting and a good expanse of floor space.
Alison (my wife) and her horse Callaidh (2009) Coloured pencil 21 x 30 cm. Original not for sale.
. . . and I did this as a Christmas present for Alison.
Stonethwaite, Cumbria (2010) Coloured pencil 21 x 30 cm; £200 (including mount + postage & packing)
I was surveying mosses and liverworts here in the company of a man called John. At an earlier stage in this drawing I thought his hand wasn't looking convincing enough, so I decided to turn it into something very different - I'm not sure exactly what . . . your guess is as good as mine . . . and do we have to know 'exactly what' anyway?. But I can tell you exactly what the orange-coloured patches are: a north-western liverwort called Herbertus hutchinsiae, which is an uncommon species that grows in very humid and cool places such as north-facing rocky mountainsides and north-facing upland woods in the westernmost parts of Britain and Ireland.
Greenshank (2007) Pen 10 x 10 cm; £75 (including mount + postage & packing)
Hedge Woundwort & Wood Speedwell (2011) Pen 15 x 15 cm; £100 (incl. mount + postage/packing)
Statue in Edinburgh (2015) Pen 21 x 30 cm. Original not for sale.
Drawn from a photograph I took at the eastern end of Princes Street, just across the road from what used to be called the North British Hotel but is now called The Balmoral. The edge of the hotel is just visible at the left of the picture, and it has a tower (out of view) with a clock that is always (deliberately) three minutes fast. This picture was a birthday present for Alison.
Bruce's Stone, Galloway (2012) Pen 21 x 30 cm; £150 (including mount + postage & packing)
This was drawn from a photograph I found online, though I have actually been there too. It is in Glen Trool, close to some oakwoods. Wild scenery around there. The big stone is granite and it commemmorates the Battle of Glen Trool in 1307. Why do we have things commemorating battles? Don't get me wrong - it's a lovely stone. But battles? Of all the horrid things to do, people go and bash the hell out of each other and then someone comes along and decides to commemorate it. Do we get other stones or memorials in memory of nicer things? Maybe we do - I must look out for them, but horrid things certainly get a high profile in our world. Let's just have a look at the England, Wales, Scotland and N Ireland headlines on the UK page of the BBC News website right now (I honestly haven't looked yet, so I don't know what they are, so it's quite possible that they'll be happy things). England - someone died. Wales - dead bodies recovered. Scotland - politician saying we should be able to have a second independence referendum. N Ireland - something about a murdered lady. Well, three out of four definitely not happy. But, looking around the website, there's also an interesting article about Mars having once had an atmosphere as thick as ours here on earth. Gosh! Actually, that's not very happy either. Worse, really. I mean, losing your atmosphere! But I still don't like battles, the basis of which often seems to be childish squabbling behaviour: "I want this"; "No, you can't have it because I want it" or "Your God is rubbish"; "No, my God is OK and yours is rubbish". If we could get all those bickering people together and show them a wee bright dot up in the sky and tell them about what happened to poor old Mars, do you think they might all feel so equal in being thankful for our atmosphere (and so much else on this planet) that they would forget their squabbles and be friends with each other and all lead easier, happier lives? Some people might say that what I've just written is the kind of thing a young innocent and unknowing child might suggest - but don't such children sometimes say things that seem right? I think there can be wisdom in their innocence.
Two 'word pictures' (2014) Pen 21 x 30 cm (originals not for sale)
A selection of labelled street scenes (2015-16) in pen
All 10 x 15 cm except Aberdeen (21 x 30 cm)
Originals not for sale