Sometimes a change really is as good as a rest. Sue has used drawing as a tonic from her recent immersion in oil. As you know I'm drowning in the stuff, day in, day out it's oil paint, I'm up to my knees in this gloopy coloured mud and yet like the proverbial pig I thought I was happy until Sue came along, tambourine a-banging, a song in her heart, the wide smile of only those who have been saved writ large across her face. Brandishing her sharpened pencil like the Lance of Truth, her eraser held aloft like the the righteous Shield of Correction she strode forward to her easel whereupon lay the white papery field of battle and there she sought to conquer all before her. With an assured edge and delicate shading the image of Kay emerged, an image of rare accuracy these days as we errant knights and ladies find our battles elsewhere, some on the Flat Fields of Colour, others hacking through the Thickets of Realism whilst the despairing souls of oil sink ever so slowly into the Mire of Despair. Like a light in the darkness, Sue held aloft the Beacon of Hope. Maybe that is the way forward, a tactical re-grouping around the point of the pencil. The Pencil has a Point.
Paintings and drawings by Catherine, Dick, Ivan, Jane, Martyn, Roger, Sandra, Tom, Tony and featured artist Sue.