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Art Journal Progress
I have this A5 journal that I have been playing with for months. The project started with sessions of random mark-making, stencilling, stamping, scribbling, and whatever came to hand, until every page was no longer blank. In the meantime I have also used up excess paint, written in phrases, and occasionally worked a spread to…
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Layered Screaming
I am being entertained by the arrival of this year’s crop of baby magpies. We usually have three baby magpies visiting the garden each year, but this year we think we might have four. One of the babies was very much just fledged from the nest yesterday and didn’t seem to be keeping up to…
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Draw It and Spray It
I hate that in this election I have so little hope, and that my community is under attack, and being used as a political football. I despise liars, and I especially despise sanctimonious, holier than thou, religious ones, especially when their vicious little games are so self-serving. ugh Today started out lovely, but thanks to…
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Deer Morning
A morning walk in the cool, dampness with my senior lodger was a lovely way to start a new day. We were surprised by a Roe Deer, who was just as surprised by us, and I knew it would be a better day. The deer was in a place it isn’t supposed to be, as…
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Organising
A lot of things were accomplished today that did not involve drawing or painting. A patio area was extended, which sounds a lot more glamorous than simply making a wheelie bin corner a bit more accessible, but it got done. I confess that I did not employ my own patio laying skills of yore, and…
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Blending Skills
100 Day Project Day 90 I can’t believe I’ve made it to Day 90 without missing a day. I was not expecting to get it quite so successfully in the bag. Go me. I randomly picked up my copy of Austin Kleon’s gem of a book, Show Your Work, which I highly recommend. I haven’t…
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Blogging is self-care
100 Day Project Day 53 I was having a conversation about blogging, and showing up to create every day, and the way that has turned into a form of self-care. The friend I was having the conversation with described her stash of art materials, and the fact she just can’t just now, and her self-care…
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