29 Faces in September; Bye Baby Bunting

This summer Britain has been festooned with bunting. The Union Jack variety. First because of the Queens jubilee and then the Olympics. Last week I went to look at an exhibition by artist Andrew Miller at Baltic 39 in Newcastle. One room was strung with row after row of bunting presumably questioning the country’s celebratory mood. You can find out more here. I thought it beautiful.

 

All the while I have had in my head;

Bye Baby Bunting

Daddy’s gone a hunting

Gone to fetch a rabbit skin

To wrap poor Baby Bunting in.

In this case “bunting” means chubby, so here is a roly-poly  baby elf. And he is Number 25 in the 29 Faces challenge.

Draw Ziggy Draw, and don’t waste time

For as long as I can remember I’ve enjoyed writing and drawing.   Especially drawing. Occasionally I’ve received money for my creations but mostly it’s for fun. That’s because I’ve never regarded myself as a real artist, I doodle.

This year the Turner Prize was held at The Baltic just across the river from home so I was able to get up close and personal with the work. Art that creates discussion, stirs the emotions and is usually controversial. Yesterday Martin Boyce won the £25,000 prize for his etherial park scene.

"Real art" by Martin Boyce

It’s the kind of work my A’Level art teacher encouraged and dismissed my “pretty pictures” with a disdainful wave of his hand. And so my life path led me away from art.

A few decades on and I’ve found myself working in a museum dedicated to the art of children’s literature.  Surrounded by original illustrations, sketches and children’s books of every conceivable kind I have been inspired .Armed with fine liners  and pencils I shall unashamedly doodle pretty pictures, scribble nonsense and tootle in my campervan in search of stories to tell.