Printed fabrics have started arriving at home which is *very* exciting. Just got to re-learn how to use a sewing machine now to actually do something with them.
My mates will shortly be receiving some wonky cushions covered in squid so I can practice. Hope you’re all ready…
I went on a boat trip to the Farne Islands with some pretty excellent friends of mine. Spent quite a long time sketching the puffins there….and I think I’m in love with them. So wobbly and ungainly – they may be my spirit animal?
Anyway here’s some of the stuff that’s inspired by that weekend. Hope you like it.
I’ve found a new favourite thing — making patterns on my lunch break. These are made up of doodles that I have been squeezing in over breakfast and on the way to work. They’ve been really quick and stupid I’m still
a little bit a lot in love with them.
‘Turn your face stubbornly to the light, and keep it there.’ — Liz Gilbert.
June has been all about this. Emotionally, and also physically (hello sunburn)….
Here’s to a light-filled month of bravery, honesty and kindness x
The best inspiration for illustrated journaling is a new city,without fail.
This weekend I’m in Oslo, with its blue skies and silver water and polite inhabitants.
It’s fascinating to look at, to just drink it all in. It’s got medieval architecture and pine forests, white stone and coloured brick, sculpture gardens and glass office blocks.
And a new place full of new patterns and textures and outfits is so good for new sketchbook pages. Especially when accompanied by some fresh air and friends who let you linger on roadsides because you’re drawing a bit of tyre ( I feel you need to be quite patient to go on holiday with me).
Oslo: you have been such food for the soul.
There is just nothing sweeter than a blank Sunday afternoon, waiting to be filled with a sketchbook and Tom Waits on repeat.
It happens so so rarely, but just a completely clear afternoon with no commitments to anything is a dream. Nine hours with nowhere to be, no phones to answer, no trains to catch.
It’s the little things, innit?
I sort want to turn these into duvet covers….
I saw this and loved it. It’s so true. You definitely can abandon the sketchbooks for months on end, and they are still there waiting for you when you’re ready to pick them up again:
‘It’s OK not to be a genius, whatever that is, if there even is such a thing…the creative life may or may not be the apex of human civilization, but either way it’s not what I thought it was. It doesn’t make you special and sparkly. You don’t have to walk alone. You can work in an office — I’ve worked in offices for the past 15 years and written five novels while doing it. The creative life is forgiving: You can betray it all you want, again and again, and no matter how many times you do, it will always take you back.’
So apparently the secret to joy on a Monday evening = black card + glue + mint tea.
Once a week, after work, I sit in a room with seven other people and learn about graphic design. We haven’t touched a computer yet, because we might get carried away before we learn proper design principles. So we mostly chat and think and use a lot of Pritt Stick. It’s heaven, and exactly what I need.
Here are last week’s efforts. They’re quite odd, and the opposite of sophisticated, but I’m learning so much about what not to do when it comes to making a thing look pretty. And that was sort of the point of signing up to this course. And they make for fun instagram fodder.