Ben Toupein

Heres’s my entry for the Cricket Art Prize.

Trying to capture some of what it felt like to sit in the slips for hours and hours on a Saturday afternoon.

The tiredness. The pasty-white sunscreen mixed with the bright red sun burn. The annoyance as a terrible batter hangs around after a catch gets put down.

Wanting to get home so you could meet everyone later at the pub.

Done with pencil, paint and charcoal.

Click on them to see them a bit bigger.