The fundraising recipe book Let's Get Saucy! is filled with over 120 delicious sweet and savoury recipes accompanied by Mark Huskinson's saucy illustrations.
Jilly Pearson OLM, chairman of Oasis Breast Cancer Trust, and committee members Gilly Cross, Carol Mountjoy and Bunty Fletcher gathered recipes from professional chefs, famous restaurants and friends from all around the world.
There are recipes for dips and salsas, dreamy dressings, marinades for meat and fish, pasta sauces, Asian delights, desserts, custards, possets and puddings.
Copies of the book cost £10 with all profits going to the charity to provide assistance for breast cancer patients who go home alone from hospital without friends and family support.
The book is available by calling Jilly on 0115 947 6478.
I hope to see many of you at our Open Studio/Garden in aid of The British Red Cross this weekend, Sunday 6th July 2pm-5pm at Dembleby House, Dembleby, Lincolnshire, NG34 0EN. There will be croquet, music by Beauvale Ensemble and a plant stall by Froghall Plants. It's going to be fun!
Working hard to get everything ready for the Open Studio/Garden in aid of The British Red Cross.
My model, Maggie, will be running in the Edinburgh Marathon on 25th May 2014 in support of Anthony Nolan, the blood cancer charity and bone marrow register.
'Anthony Nolan uses its register to match remarkable individuals willing to donate their bone marrow or blood stem cells to people who desperately need lifesaving transplants.'
This is a charity I feel very strongly about and I am sponsoring Maggie in memory of my late wife, Judith.
Donations can be made at Maggie's JustGiving fundraing page: www.justgiving.com/Maggie-Hall
2013 Ashes series
When Australian captain Michael Clarke appealed for bad light and 'took his bat home' ...
Errol Holmes (former Wisden Cricketer of the Year) said to me in the 1950's: "Mark, be a good loser - you'll enjoy the game more, play better and win readily."
When the main grandstand at Aintree Racecourse burned I was offered the proprietorship of the Aintree Gallery adjacent to the winners enclosure, which hadn’t caught fire. My first customer was a young Donald McCain of the Red Rum family fame. He bought 'Been Hunted in Ireland', and paid for it by running a security service to the Tote for his granny over 3 days. Nearly thirty years on he trained a Grand National winner himself.
My son Richard and his family are seriously into music. Richard had a rock band in the 80/90's called Wasted Moose (why we are all deaf). My model, Maggie, has given up burlesque and now runs marathons and beats drums - so I have gone into music.
The first painting nearly finished in ink and acrylic is titled 'L'Aria de sa Pouche' and the next canvas is 'Come Hear Our Music Play', the 3rd just started is named 'The Entertainers' (cabaret burlesque). I am getting enormous pleasure out of this work particularly as it involves some real beauties in action (dancing).
It also suits me to have again 3 or 4 canvases on the go at the same time – I find one helps another – they build up together. Other canvases on the go are 'The Gardener' and 'To Run a Marathon'.
Fru Fru at Play
Suddenly I have become quite popular because I am sometimes asked if I would play in charity golf matches, and to play or bring a team. I have been presenting little original cartoons which are then auctioned or raffled in aid of the charity.
Have just finished a cartoon for a cricket club charity golf tournament invitation – 'Fru Fru at Play'. The organisers liked it enough to invite me to play with my own team of 4, free of charge. So they have the original to auction – watch this space for telephone bidding (21st June) ha, ha.
My invitations to play are adding up. The next golf cartoon, in aid of an injured soldiers charity, is 'The Helping Hand' which comes up for auction or raffle at Stoke Rochford Golf Club on 15th May. A hilly course, so I had better get fit or hire a buggy again.
After watching the Cheltenham Festival I thought of digging out my old studies of Ascot, New Market and Aintree and doing a new series from these studies. The first series went with me in 1987 to Virginia, Delaware and Tennessee where I had exhibitions. They did not come back. They were all painted in ink and water colour in the same vein as 'The Lines at Cirencester Park'. The best single price was $10,000 which was partly in aid of The Princess Royal's Save the Children Fund when she rode at the Nashville charity race day.
Too cold to play golf and have put a couple of useful hours this morning into some music and cabaret pictures.
So back to my earlier love - horse racing, specifically National Hunt – 'over the sticks' – Cheltenham.
The first race at Cheltenham always brings back some happy memories. This year it was Willie Mullins with Champagne Fever beating Nicky Henderson with My Tent Or Yours. Both Willie and Nicky were serious punters for my racing cartoons.
Watching with Jackie Mullins a horse went through the wings and gave me the idea for 'Been Hunted in Ireland' which turned into a best seller.
Richard Pitman gave me the inspiration for the racing cartoon 'Ask and Thou Shalt Receive'; Jenny Pitman the idea for 'The Handicappers Welcome' based on Corbiere. All of which went a long way to keep my ears apart in the 80's.
Ruby Walsh's comment on Champagne Fever 'he only woke up two weeks ago' clicked in my brain that there is a picture in that somewhere …
When Richard and Vanessa turned on the website it saved my life and got me back to work big time.
When my model from the 1980's asked by email if I was the same artist she posed for all those years ago, I asked her to lunch. Now she models for me once a month - she's into burlesque and I simply love it.
I can't stop painting now. I seek to put humour, sense of movement and music subtly with the titillation and it is going great. Playing golf has had to take second place!
Hello, excuse my intrusion but my eldest son Richard and his wife Vanessa have decided with this website to drag me kicking and screaming into the 21st century.
Previously, I have always sought to be incognito and have signed my name illegibly since I often believe someone else has produced the pictures that I put my name to - particularly my best.
Having failed every exam, I have no qualifications. I failed Edinburgh College of Art in the early 1950's; Massey Agricultural College also. I learnt nothing except how to play golf. Ampleforth put up with me for an eternity – I learnt nothing except how to play cricket and rugby football.
It always looked as if I was studying hard but in fact I was drawing on my desk. Layer upon layer of ink built up until it was like drawing on silk. When the ink dried the drawing disappeared.
In those days wearing a hearing aid was to carry round a 'car battery' which sounded as if one was under water. So my mind was free to enjoy hunting with the Belvoir, shooting, fishing in Ireland and cricket without much interference and I illustrated it all on the desk top.
Over the years pundits have told me that I sculpt like Rodin, drew like Augustus John and painted like Mark Huskinson – oh the poor paint, but I'm working on it.
Somehow I tied it all up with a piquant sense of humour and enjoyed a good niche market for the last 30 years. A rough calculation shows that there are some 120,000 examples of my work hanging around the world in privies to palaces.
Currently I am converting some of my best cartoons into figurines starting with the perfect host and hostess. On the patio outside my studio (on a sometimes sunlit patio) is a resting place for old wheelbarrows, garden rollers, watering cans and spades. They respond well when I try and give them life and immortality in paint.
So what makes me tick? After Edinburgh College of Art I completely lost it, although I did discover girls existed outside monasteries. There followed a career in agriculture and industry. But, for no reason, I started getting up in the middle of the night and drawing again. The drawings went to local galleries and small cheques kept coming back.
When I restarted I wrote to my Uncle Leonard, who then held the Chair at Cambridge after a career teaching in the Slade and Ruskin. I asked if I could enroll in one of his weekend art courses as I knew the parties to be good and the models beautiful.
He wrote back and said “Welcome back, like Wordsworth you will have lost little over the last 20 years. The less Art School discipline for you my boy the better. Just get a good model and it helps to have one who can type”. He died very shortly afterwards.
I hang an old shirt of his on my easel and when I get stuck or can't see then he opens my eyes and guides my hand. Hence my wish to be incognito.
I lost it again when my lovely wife Judith died in 2007. My work and all else crashed but now it is a new life and as A J Munnings wrote 'the final blast' is underway.