Welcome to the official blog of Joanna Neary, where you can catch up on Jo’s bewildered world past, present and looming. Mainly, this blog consists of scanned pages from her sketchbook with a running commentary, dashed off between duties, work and other hobbies. As well as banging on about art, there’s also past gigs, and music, such as the one about being interviewed for Prog Magazine in 2019, which led to some delightful exchanges with fellow nerds. It was all very civil, even when Jo had to admit she’d got a Frank Zappa fact wrong.
A sketchbook has many uses. Mine is a personal diary and a handy bit of paper to doodle on when I’m bored or want to annoy or entertain a family member. Hardly blog material, eh? I know! Read on. Sometimes or often, day to day doings are too dull to record. Everyone who keeps a […]Read more
Day 3 continued – we go to Driff. It’s very cheap up here and there are big discount shops filled with goods. My favourite is a large newsagent full of ‘gift ideas’ which reminds me of a department store in my hometown Redruth, long since closed – and the newsagent next door where I’d browse […]Read more
Sometimes my husband starts talking, inadvertently commanding my attention (I might be reading a novel or something else which looks like I don’t mind being suddenly distracted. Like waxing my moustache or getting a crumb out of my eye). But midway through his announcement, his mind goes blank. It’s really odd to be watching someone […]Read more
This month, we took a trip up North to kill many birds with one stone. We visited Bridlington first, then down to Nottingham and Leicester for comedy gigs with some of the cast of Ideal -Johnny Vegas, Ben Crompton, Peter Slater and Mick Miller. Most of my sketchbook diaries are done when we’re away from […]Read more
I’ve been making home made cards ever since Kirstie Allsop suggested it. Thanks Kirstie! So here’s my first go*. * = I am being facetious. I have been making cards since I was able to sit at a piano. (The piano with the lid down was my desk when I was little). I haven’t documented […]Read more