Remembering our first day at the beach with a quick watercolour sketch in my weekly art journal. Happy Sunday!
A peak inside my new b/w sketchbook
Sunday, 17 May 2015
As I don't have already enough on plate these days, I bought myself this white gel ink pen to try out. I had some black paper scraps and started doodling. The results were very effective and loved the white marks on the black background.
So I thought I'd buy a pocket moleskine with black pages, but couldn't find one easily, so I made my own little book (about 12x12cm) to experiment with instead. I used this sheet of black paper and this black hemp cord to coptic stitch the pages together. For the cover I used some cardstock covered with a sheet of paper designed by Suzy Ultman for The Book for Paper Lovers 2.
Happy Mother's Day
Sunday, 10 May 2015
Painting myself some flowers to celebrate today. Happy Mother's Day!
work in progress
Sunday, 3 May 2015
We have spent the past week in Calabria visiting my parents. I had plans to get a few things done, but as much as I tried, time was mostly spent chatting, relaxing (as much as I could with two young children to look after), celebrating my birthday, eating good food and enjoying the good weather. My sketchbook will have to wait to get its binding finished, my sketches will stay as they are for a few more months and my blue mixes will dry on the palette. Everything has its time, and this was not for them.
Sketchbook #5
Sunday, 26 April 2015
I always have mixed feelings when I fill up the last page of a sketchbook. I feel content as I have completed something and can move on to the next thing, but also a bit sentimental as it marks the end of a journey, which in this case lasted about 7 years! I started this moleskine pocket size notebook back in 2008, when I had just started to get into outdoor sketching and it has been on and off in my bag since then. Oh so many places and so many memories!
Lately
Sunday, 19 April 2015
I have been very busy lately jumping from one project to another, working day and night, whenever time and tiredness allow. I feel happy anytime I hold a pen or a brush in my hand, and life seems bright and colourful again.
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