Saturday, March 01, 2014
Hi folks, just in case you were wondering if and why I've fallen off the face of the earth, thought I'd leave this quick note. Due to yet another truly frustrating wifi cock-up (by my provider, now ex-provider) I haven't had any internet access at home for over a month. Yes, I'm going insane. As well as that, during that whole process I've also lost my email account; including all my business contacts. Big apologies if you have tried to get in touch with me via email. I'm trying to sort it all out but it's one really frustrating task which has reduced me to tears and rage on many occasions.
I should (I'll believe it when I see it) be back online on Thurs 8th March.
In the meantime you can find my books, zines and other bits and bobs HERE in my Etsy shop.
Cheers, my dears.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
i'm going to wait until the morning comes
It's an example of one of the processes I use when coming up with a piece of work; sometimes a drawing will just pop into my head. Fully formed. I have no idea where it came from, or why it came, but suddenly it's just there. Then it waits around for me to put it onto paper. I sometimes try to ignore it, but when it's there it's there. It doesn't go away.
So there he was. This French guy sat in his kitchen, feeling a little fragile, after a night of partying. Fag in mouth, coffee in hand. It took me 2-3 years to get around to putting him on , but a couple of days ago I picked up my sketchbook and within 2-3 minutes he was born. A few hours of cross hatching followed.
I based the character on a guy I met a few years back in France. He wobbled up to this sophisticated artist's award ceremony/party, on his push bike, in a flat cap and old coat, fag in mouth looking a little wasted and yet sickeningly stylishly European. He then made his way around the place, taking advantage of the free booze. I immediately thought "that's the guy I want to party with".
And we did. And it was a great night.
There's this Ray Davies quote I heard when watching a documentary on The Kinks, that has always stuck in my head. Well, if it wasn't a Ray Davies quote it was by his brother, Dave (?). It goes "It's not how something is reported, it's how it's remembered. That's what they call poetry".
I love that quote. It's also why I love this drawing.
Friday, February 07, 2014
Dr Sketchy Sheffield event featuring Burlesque dance troupe The Yorkshire Puddings.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
lost in France
So this is a love letter to France. Je t'aime.
Monday, January 13, 2014
sing, sing a song
local male voice choir. I intend to do more of this sort of stuff in 2014. You should try it too. It's fun.
Tuesday, January 07, 2014
the road to Whaley Bridge
Some time ago, seven months ago in fact, I made this map for the Derbyshire Open Arts exhibition.
A little while later this phone box, above, arrived in the town of Whaley Bridge.
The guys who were responsible (Whaley4Wards) for bringing the new old telephone box to town saw my map.
And tracked me down.
And this was the result.
The telephone box became an information box
and I made a new map for it.
The only problem I have, though,
is that there were lots of photos taken
and I'm spoilt for choice
and want to post them all
but I'll leave you with the best...
Photography by Chris Tetley.
Friday, January 03, 2014
Happy New Year from me, myself and I
Me, drawing, by Lynne McPeake
Happy New Year to you all folks. I hope 2014 is full of drawing, drawing and more drawing.
Me, drawing, by Paul Gent
That's how I intend to spend mine anyway (although I should know by now to never say that sort of thing - as once it's been said you can guarantee to bring on a three month drawing funk).
Me, drawing, by me
If drawing ain't your thing I hope your 2014 is full of whatever makes your heart sing.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
some things what I did in December
November was a (creative) whirlwind of a month. December has been calmer, but has still had it's moments. I've managed to find opportunities to be creative or share my creativity with others. At the beginning of December I did a local event, a kind of craft fair, I guess. I would never have thought that would have been my thing, but you know, in the future I'll be more open minded. It was a lovely day spent with local creative people (including one of my drawing buddies, Paul Gent), I sold lots of stuff (you can't knock that), I got to make a drawing (above) and there was even a pop-up Swedish café. To be honest, that's what sold it to me. Damn, I've never tasted mushrooms that good. I intend to do more of this kind of thing in 2014.Mumbles. The aim was to get ice cream at Verdi's café and ice cream parlour - mid winter is always a good time for ice cream, I find. I've made the same trip the last three times I've been back home and every time it's been closed. It was closed. So we ended up in the arcade on Mumbles Pier where, despite his blatant cheating, I whooped his ass at table hockey and shooting aliens.
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
I wish you...
Monday, December 02, 2013
book launch; book signings; foreign travels; exhibition; collaborations; Dr Sketchy; school visits; Uni visits and all wrapped up with a Sketchcrawl on Saturday. I need more Novembers. But with more sleep.