A funny thing happened at the beginning of Janaury. My phone is set to ping every time someone likes one of my blog posts or follows my blog. This has not been, in general, exactly what you might call an intrusion: it normally happens in a cluster after I make a new post, or otherwiseContinue reading “Hello, people: all about me”
I was a bit pressed for time this Valentine’s day, so no massive, hand-crafted works of art from me. Fortunately, my nearest and dearest are forgiving recipients. A pair of cats, dashed off late at night, for my husband. The theme and composition kind of suggested itself, once I’d started doodling on the one sizeContinue reading “Last-minute Valentine’s cards”
February 1st is Hourly Comics Day, when (mad) people commit to drawing a cartoon every hour that they are awake. I saw this happen on Twitter last year, somewhat wistfully, because by the time I knew it was happening, my day was half over. This year I was no better prepared, but I did atContinue reading “All my #hourlycomicday posts in one place”
As you’ll remember, I had a few giclee prints made up for Spitalfields Market. I now have a few extras for sale – very few, so please act fast if you’d like to buy one. Here’s what I have available (if you’d like a close-up look at the images, click on each picture below –Continue reading “Buy a Myfanwy Tristram print”
Thanks to poor forward planning skills, our family suffers a quadruple whammy at this time of year. As soon as all the kerfuffle of Christmas and New Year is over, it’s our daughter’s birthday, and then, just a week later, my husband’s. I spent the first few days of the year creating a winter wonderlandContinue reading “Happy Birthday, Dude”
I’m very excited to say that my work will shortly be available at the Art Market in Spitalfields market. You’ll be able to find prints of the following (and just in time for Christmas!): “If you have to wash up the same things every day, make sure they are beautiful things” by Myfanwy Tristram AnimalContinue reading “Now you can buy my prints!”
Our big fat lazy cat. He seems to lend himself to inks.
Poor Booner. She’s our oldest cat, and has never got over her own nervousness. She was a rescue cat, and we think she must have been badly treated in her previous life. No amount of love and cuddles (slightly too enthusiastic cuddles sometimes, from our daughter, I’m afraid) have allowed her to relax completely. ThisContinue reading “Booner”