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
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.
I always have my sketch gear with me at long cricket days. I figure I get to watch but when I’ve had enough I’ll just sketch. These blokes had no idea they featured in my sketchbook ha!
It was 34 degrees in Melbourne and the game was out in a suburb called Werribee. The field was big, flat with no trees of course. Along way from home. Our team got wiped out so not through to the finals.