Inspiration doesn’t come in bucket-loads at this time of year. All this mizzle and all that cooking at Christmas has given my creative energy a battering but, hey-ho, I’ll be back to the easel again soon and firing on all cylinders. Ed Cooper’s art class at Brettenham village hall on Friday mornings never fails to motivate and I’m looking forward to my second lesson of the term. I am learning how to paint a Cyclamen – whilst secretly yearning to step back into my comfort zone of ‘the dog’.
I spied my next portrait-to-be in a shop in Ipswich last week – a Shitzu-cross. It took me a good half hour to clock him. My daughter and I were busily trying on clothes and suddenly realised that there was life inside that crumpled green blanket by the desk. More than life, in fact, real character to boot for there was a very striking little auburn-coloured face peeping out.
For some reason, that’s how I imagined Socrates to look, all curly-haired, pop-eyed and snub-nosed and there was a touch of ‘the wild-man of Orford’ in him too, (well, the sketches I’ve seen of him that is, I haven’t met him personally, of course!) but in the nicest possible way; this little dog was charming.
I shall endeavour to add him to my gallery in the next few weeks. I can’t imagine a better candidate for pastels.
p.s. I would like to raise my glass to Nicki Porter, Graphic Designer and Greyhound-lover extraordinaire, for creating this wonderful website for me. She’s a genius!