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My cosy workspace
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I wondered how I would cope after moving house and not having a studio anymore. But it’s nothing to worry about as an artist can make and create even on their knee. Fortunately I have enough room on my adored French mid 1800’s table for a small illustration or a finished painting using my table top easle. I’m cosy and happy. 🙂
Walks around the neighbourhood
We are tending to take more notice on our one hour of exercise a day structure in Melbourne for now.
I keep finding treasure in the many gardens and such adorable little and biggish homes I pass. Homes that must be filled with a vast array of stories that could fill a book. I think these little homes and gardens are exuding warmth, cosy and love in buckets; I feel it as I pass by.
I’ve picked flowers (trying to be discreet) from these blooming gardens and have started the process of pressing them in many old books.
What joy I am making with my miniature artworks and pressed flowers that eventually will be selected so methodically with my tiny tweezers to frame with this little series of local home studies. You may recognize your beautiful home over this series.
I will let you know when these are in my shop for a piece of history you may collect. x
Book folding art
Early Friday’s sketchbook
Soft play making foggy mountains in Japan
I had a little splurge and got myself a little set of pan pastels in the ‘greyscale’. Playing in these soft pigments that glide on like velvet and feel very painterly was fab. Can’t wait for more playtime. 🙂
Squeeze the day
Untold
It was the 24th June on a Wednesday.
Coffee In
I found myself having good coffee in a Footscray cafe whilst waiting for a family member at the Tattoo shop.
Trying to work smarter at sketching when out and about in my little journal and left the coffee I spilled on the page as all a part of it.
The man on the stool kept getting up and then down expressively chatting with his mate. I found this tricky and nearly felt brave enough to ask him to stay put for five but nah I didn’t as I actually was enjoying listening to their convo, think they were muso’s which was interesting to me.
I was overlooking yummy cakes in the sliding glass cabinet at the window looking out onto the street. The looseness of the ink appeals to me but think I prefer a pencil and some colour.
Knowing when to stop
Trying to be more spontaneous when painting plein air. Such a sunny winters day in one of my fave places to hang by the sea. My gouache paints were drying out quickly and the sea water I used in my spray bottle added to the authentic feel I wanted to capture but it just clogged up with sand particles. And sitting on a rock to paint took its toll when I stood up but I needed to feel grounded in nature whilst I worked. It’s so tempting to go back and correct this one but I’ll resist as that’s where the continual learning comes from; knowing how to stop.
