Pencil, Pen and Brush art

Addresses more traditional art techniques

Painting interuptus - Almost not finishing The Three Sisters

February 2013. I had finished the portrait of my daughter Rhiannon a few months earlier and I still felt upset that it had not met my expectations. I did not want to touch a brush again. Then, out of the blue, I was contacted by Richard, an old school friend who now resided in Japan. He had seen the post of Rhiannon’s portrait on Facebook and wanted me to paint

2012 - The time I painted a portrait of my daughter

Tracking through some old Facebook posts I stumbled across a 2012 series in which I described the painting a portrait of my daughter Rhiannon. At the time I whined about how my Keratoconus impacted my ability to see properly. I guess it was the year before I had to have an operation on left eye and my sight was pretty bad. But let’s forget that and look at how I

A bit of painting & some genealogical photo art

In this post I shall ramble a bit about someone contacting me on Ancestry.com and discuss how that made me decide  to revitalise an old family photo. I shall also give you an update on the painting I started in April… I actually did a bit today. OK – now for the genealogical ramblings you lucky people you. So I have this really annoying ancestor called William Hanbury. In 1826

Another retrospective - me as an artist in my 20s

  The great thing about being a blogger is that I can continually talk about myself. Blah blah blah Greg… blah blah blah more Greg. :) A little while back I inflicted upon you all the story of teenage Greg. Here it is if you feel that you cannot get enough of me. (That’s a hint – run away from this post while you still can). LOL Today is the

Simple joys - painting plaster figurines

Today my local cemetery opened its gates, not to let zombies out but to let sight-seers in. Those zombies that did get out were completely unintentional! My wife, always the more macabre of the two of us (hard to believe, eh?), decided to visit. So we all did. I was frustrated that we somehow missed the display of medieval warfare (yes, it’s a rather unusual cemetery) but I ended up

Finding teenage Greg - over 30 years later

Easter Friday and my family and I hopped onto a train and headed into Sydney. Yes, the sky looked decidedly miserable and treated us to not a few drops, but we were happy enough. Good old Sydney rain at Easter! Today we visited my mum. Mum lives alone in a unit (flat or apartment according to which variation of English you use). She likes living close to a city; above

The artist and keratoconus

At the age of 13 I was told that I would be blind by 21. That was in 1977 and obviously I can still see. Well… mostly (two operations, some pain and a lot of discomfort later). And what does that have to do with art? Well, a fellow blogger wrote a post about what constitutes a true artist (do you have to be such a tool). The post was actually