Andy Gray Art & Design

Ah yes the heaving platters of fruitfulness abound at the and I find it's always a good idea to hang about there, giving the impression that you are on the verge of doing something decisive.

Sitting, waiting for somebody to arrive. Always an opportunity for a little light scribbling and to ponder the small scene unfolding. Fellow drinkers at the close of the day, quiet and slightly spent.

Another page from one of the sketchbooks made with a great little life drawing class in Bedminster Bristol in a spare room of a chapel back in 2019. One of those "key under the mat" mildly derelict one up from a squat set ups that we all know and love. Simply add a slightly dicky kettle, a packet of digestives and an overwhelmed fan heater and you've got yourselves a party. Wolffs carbon pencil

A break in the rain...

Washed up with jetsam, swept out with tide

A winter stroll along the severn estuary. A chance to briefly visit St andrew's church to view the Norman arch and witness a local fisherman haul out a blonde ray. An atmospheric fairly grey afternoon strolling along the sea front with the family and a chance to think back to a watercolour sketch made of st andrew's church in early April 2021 when I was the last member of a legal group of six meeting outdoors to sketch. Seems a world away from the chip eating, dog walking and wild swimming crowd cheerily promenading with mild hangover and slight heartburn

Yet more from the magical extending sketchbook of Bedminster..

More from the magical extending sketchbook of Bedminster..

A little more of the magical extending sketchbook of Bedminster...

The last session of my courses today at Bristol folk House and a shared meal and festive cheerio to the students in the A great big thank you to all the staff in the office who keep everything running behind the scenes and kindly support the many tutors who come and go, day in, day out...and to the cafe staff who keep everyone fed and watered. A well deserved merry Christmas to you all!

A very atmospheric evening , most visitors having wandered back up the hill and onward to home. The old place took on a slightly brooding "hound of the baskervilles" quality. I gave a wide birth to a Yorkshire terrier emerging from the thicket by the walked garden, just in case

Cold. That's what is was. Out and about doing a sketching demo with the Urban sketching course recently and looking at all things Bristol byzantine. Always much mirth and general good cheer with these hardy perennials. Roving hither and thither and digesting and anecdote or two for good measure. All wrapped up with a hot chocolate back at the ever welcoming