I got a new watercolour sketchpad from a friend for Christmas. John also got some lovely drawing gear from my family.
So, instead of working on New Year's Eve (those end of year accounts are calling...), we drove over to the local Weston Park Museum after breakfast (the one we visited for a sketchcrawl in the autumn), and had a bit of a play.
We only put 2 hours in the meter, and I took around an hour to paint this grumpy old perch (well you'd be grumpy if someone stuffed you and stuck you in a glass case). Which left just 20 minutes before we had to get our stuff together and start walking back to the car (we had to park miles away).
While Perchy was drying, I did this quickie of his neighbour, a stuffed sparrowhawk, in my regular sketchbook:
It's funny, but when I am against the clock like that, it's so much easier to use loose and carefree marks. So much of successful drawing is caught up in psychology.
It was so much fun, we did it again yesterday afternoon, this time indoors.
We both sketched some flowers: the nearest thing to trees, which was what we really fancied. I painted them in my new pad. They're not my favourite subject, and I got a bit grumpy with them: I felt they became a bit fussy, though they look better with fresh eyes today.
To calm myself, I drew and watercoloured the view out of the dining room window (more like it):
I so like the random way that windows frame the outside, and the different shapes of roofs and chimneys that surround our house.