Last night Norman and I did something out of our comfort zone and went to our our first 'Poetry Wivenhoe' evening at the Greyhound, to hear Tobias Hill and Adrian May .. And... I remembered to take my sketchbook and pencil.. Hurrah! Wonders will never cease.
So with a large glass of red wine in hand ...
I had forgotten how hard it was to do theWe had seen Adrian once before at a book signing, he was so funny, his observations are hilarious.. So that was the sprat that caught these two mackerel.. We had to hear him talk and sing once more... I think back in the day he must have been a travelling minstrel.
two, three things at the same time, listen, drink and concerntrate on the drawing.. Hang on, I'm a girl I should be able to do this easily... Maybe it was the wine...
Adrian Hill was a revelation, for someone so young, his poetry was so beautiful, especially the one about his granddad.. He also read from his new book, by this time I was so tired, but desperate to hear his words.. The descriptive way he writes, and the gentle way he spoke captured me. I shall be ordering one of his books from the library today..
Here are a couple fellow listeners..
This young chap had such a sensitive mouth.. I've drawn his eyes a bit too close together, never mind it's all good practice.
Loved this man's face....
A final one of Adrian..
So... When is the next meeting?.... We can't wait.