Quink Ink

I’ve included, in this post, a selection of drawings made during the summer term at my life drawing group. The group is called Lifelines. The work presented demonstrate my attempts at familiarising myself with drawing using brush and  Quink ink – an ink originally developed for use with fountain pens. There are a couple of nice properties that Quink ink posses which I like. Quink ink comes in blue or black, I use the black which is more like a Paynes Grey, a warm grey and  one of my favorite colours,  when drying, the blue can take on a brownish hue in some areas which can add an interesting quality to the work. Quink ink can also be used  with bleach as part of the drawing process which, when applied, can create some nice effects as it bleaches those areas of ink that it is applied to. I have yet to work with bleach but will do so once I am confident with the direction I am going with my current approach.

I am also preparing work for this years Cambridge Open studios exhibition that we as a group participates in annually. I hope to include the best of the drawings using this media and technique. I make no claim for the quality or success of the work on show here. They signify my honest attempts at experimenting with a new media using various technical approaches in order to see what happens and in order to learn from the process.

Graph Paper

Leafs Lament. Andrew Fusek Peters.

The Leafs Lament by Andrew Fusek Peters.

Said the leaf to the sky,
I would learn how to fly,
But I’m shaking like a leaf do I dare?

Said the sky to the leaf,
It’s a matter of belief
Just jump into my blanket of air!

Then the sky sang,
Then the leaf sprang,
And the trees were empty and bare.

Illustration in Black acrylic painted with card and worked in photoshop. Image inspired by seeing a tree when walking along Englands Coastal path in Dorset. It was incredibly windswept and sheep were sheltering under it from the strong winds blowing in from the sea.

Fear. Ciaran Carson

This is my illustrative response to a poem that I have found personally illuminating. The poem says a lot about the relentless nature of anxiety. When in an anxious state of mind there’s always something you can find to worry about. That’s my experience anyway. Drawn using wax crayon, chalk pastel and coloured in Photoshop.


I fear the vast dimensions of eternity.
I fear the gap between the platform and the train.
I fear the onset of a murderous campaign.
I fear the palpitations caused by too much tea.

I fear the drawn pistol of a rapparee.
I fear the books will not survive the acid rain.
I fear the ruler and the blackboard and the cane.
I fear the Jabberwock, whatever it might be.

I fear the bad decisions of a referee.
I fear the only recourse is to plead insane.
I fear the implications of a lawyer’s fee.

I fear the gremlins that have colonized my brain.
I fear to read the small print of the guarantee.
And what else do I fear? Let me begin again.

Ciaran Carson

The Pirate. Samuel Menashe

This poem by Samuel Menashe is one of the few poems I remember from my childhood. It was part of a BBC, 1970’s, radio schools poetry programme which was  accompanied by a  book  (still in my posession). We studied the poem in class when I was around 11.

When I was 44 I studied  for a Masters degree in Children’s book illustration. As a subject for my major project (dissertation)  I decided on creating illustrations for a selection of  prose, poems and songs which have the themes of menace and lament. This poem gave me the idea for the themes and was the first  I illustrated.

“I plunder the World” what 11 year old boy could forget such a line? Alas my plundering days are behind me now, but oh the memories!

Drawing, Chalk and wax crayon. Coloured in Photoshop

The Pirate by Samuel Menashe

Like a cliff
My brow hangs over
The cave of my eyes
My nose is the prow of a ship
I plunder the world