at this rate you are lucky if i blog once every 6 months.
but trust me it hasnt been feet up watching day time tv.
oh no.
ive have been busy, really busy making caravans
lots of them, with the kids doing most of the work
actually its more like, life under a sheet of ice...
its 7 degrees in my house, and about 11 in my studio
with the heater on and a force field of hot water bottles
surrounding me.
so much for blogging my process. clearly im too busy and
am simply living that process...
but this week on the shelves is another new series of doodles
bound together in a book. 'button boy'
there it is.
i seem to have numbers all around me.
i just seem to be missing a 7?
is there a hidden message im not getting...
translated into a script i find so beautiful,
a book i did last year with kim, drifting off to distant shores....
ill post some early sketches of the book in the next few weeks.
a sketch for a picture book.
they are throwing flowers, a sure way to get some attention.....
my question is why is it just limited to brides what ever happened to random showers of flowers.
here it is my 100th post,
its taken 4 years to get here but whats the rush......
one of my first posts had a wee painting i did of marta,
so it seems just right to post another painting of marta all these years later.
and here is to taking my time, nothing wrong with being a tortoise...
