Drawing Dogs

A few years ago I started doodling scenes from my family life. I wanted to capture moments that I might forget, things that made me laugh or stop and think.

I meant the sketches to be very quick and silly, but I was getting caught up in whether they looked enough like my children.

I tried drawing them as little dogs instead, and to my surprise the drawings began to flow much more easily.

When I tried out drawing them daily for #inktober on Twitter a few years ago, the characters began to develop a different shape.

Then on holiday in France we got caught in a thunderstorm while we were visiting an amphitheatre. We made a dash for the car under a tarpaulin that didn’t quite cover us all, and as we ran though the streets of Orange laughing and getting soaked, I knew that it was a scene I wanted to draw. I sketched it that day, then did an ink drawing back home in England. I wanted to capture the exhilaration and the holiday feeling, and it was the first time that the dogs seemed like a family.

There have been loads of dog drawings over the past few years. There have been stories that didn’t really get anywhere, and lots of dioramas.

Last year I was very ill and was lucky enough to be able to take the time to really rest and recover. Throughout my treatment and as I grew stronger I drew, wrote and collaged a lot, and found I didn’t want to draw dogs at all. Because I was drawing in a journal just for myself, and not thinking about posting anything, it didn’t matter if my characters looked ‘right’ or not. For the first time in years I could draw without thinking about an audience. Despite the circumstances, it was liberating. I began to realise that I wanted to do more than little inky dog doodles.

I didn’t know if I would go back to drawing dogs, but alongside experimenting with printmaking, painting on canvas, writing and paper cutting I started working with an iPad and Ipencil for the first time, and the dogs have found a new lease of life there. So I think the dogs characters may still be around for a while…

… but in amongst lots of other things.

Soggy in an Amphitheatre

When we were in France recently we got caught in a rain storm while we were looking around an amazing Roman amphitheatre.

We sheltered for a bit (and watched the film about it’s history several times) but eventually realised that we’d have to make a run for it.amphitheatre in France

While I cunningly fashioned rain ponchos for the children out of plastic bags from the gift shop, my husband ran off to get an umbrella from the car.

He came back with a Handy Tarpaulin that my Dad had given us (thanks, Dad!) and so we scuttled through the streets, holding the tarpaulin over the children (and bits of us). I got pretty soaked as if I held it over my head (I was at the back) I couldn’t see where we were going…but it was a holiday and Good Things were nearby and instead of feeling glum we just got GLORIOUSLY WET.