Ruby en Repose. Speed sketch of my dog. Experimenting with PITT brush pens. Each pen in the pack is a slightly different color, so I limited myself to 2 pens.
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2010Nov 20tags: cat | dog | fountain pen | Pierre Bonnard | still lifeWaiting for the maestro. Another sketch inspired by aspects of Bonnards work as seen in a recent exhibition, particularly an interior scene, perspective, a faithful little (dachshund) dog and a cat demanding attention. It started out as a quick preliminary sketch of this idea I had for a watercolour, but I got a bit carried away drawing with my new fountain pen and eventually decided to just leave it as it is and do a separate watercolour version later on.
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tags: dog | family | love | memories | pet2010Nov 5 -
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2010Aug 25tags: deck | dog | summer | talkSmall sketch during conversation. Vintage watercolor spots, pencil and colored pencils in Moleskine plain.
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2010Aug 10tags: cartoon | dog | moleskine | westieI LOVE sketching in my lined moleskine. I think the lines allow my sketch feel looser as it’s not as ‘official’ as trying to make something more perfect when drewing on a blank piece… if that makes sense!
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2010Aug 6tags: American Prairies | dogThe Dog Crusoe – Watercolour and ink in a Watercolour Moleskine
I’ve been re-reading R M Ballantyne’s classic novel about “Life in the Prairies of North America” as a dog and his master discover the wonders of the wilds. The book was written in 1860 and was a childhood favourite of mine. Ballantyne was an Edinburgh born author who had lived in parts of Canada before returning to his native lands. He was the son of a famous publishing firm best remembered for printing some of the works of Sir Walter Scott.
This is how I imagined Crusoe. The pose is reminiscent of one my own dog, a German Shepherd called Bruce, used to assume. When exercising him I used to send him on top of an old tree stump and tell him to “be proud”. Bruce would stick his chest out and gaze magnificently at the surrounds from this vantage point. Aye, every laddie should have his own dog when growing up.























