old-fashioned

It’s been a while since I’ve done anythign for Illustration Friday, but when the email landed in my inbox a couple of weeks back, a little sketch that had been sitting in the back of my mind seemed the perfect fit. A sign, maybe, to do something about my lack of creativity. So, texta & pencil in hand, I sat at my desk, and just for five minutes, forgot the housework, withdrew from the world, and did something that was just for me.

 

 

Today, I am childfree. I am 40 weeks pregnant. I am surrounded by a messy office that I need to clean. I want to scrap. I want to sew. I want to clear out some work before this baby comes. I want to get out and take some photos. I want to try to make the block of Tropical Pineapple chocolate my mum just gave me last more than 30 minutes. I want to meet this cheeky little person who refuses to come out and play. Come on baby, we all want to meet you!

 

Happy Friday everyone!

IF: Clandestine (and a late ‘Rambunctious’!)

Dulcie thought behind the grass, in the middle of a novel, was a great place to be clandestine, and observe the goings-on of humans.

(To be honest, I don’t think the vintage paper background really works in this case, but it’s something I’ve been wanting to try. Possibly needs a stronger medium to make it work. Oh well, live & learn!)

 

And better late than never, last weeks:

No matter how often I prune, there always seems to be one rambunctious tendril that evades any attempts at control.

Lighthouse

I’ve wantd to have a go at some coloured pencil drawings after seeing a few around the place that looked awesome. So during a recent trip to the beach, I visited a great little art shop, and stocked up. Inspired by the beach, I did this quick little sketch:

 

It’s going to take some time to get used to how the colour comes out on the paper, but I think I’m liking them!

We are family…

Just another little sketch from the other day. I plan to turn this one into a watercolour painting.

Illustration Friday – “Pretend”

As a small girl, she would stand beside her mummy and pretend to hang the washing. Now she is the mummy, and her own small child stands beside her, pretending.

Am I a bad mummy?

If I can’t stand more than around 5 minutes of Thomas the Tank Engine? The small boy woke up from his nap over an hour early yesterday, and understandably, was in an horrendous mood. With the aim of him either a)resting or, preferrably b) going back to sleep, I grabbed boy, blanket & pillow, and popped on his favourite Thomas DVD. No more than five seconds elapsed before he was batting those eyelids at me and requesting “wie down too, mummy”. My brain is mummy mush enough without subjecting it to Thomas, so I grabbed my sketchbook and “wie” down… which lead to my evil sleep inducing plan falling to peices as a running commentary of my drawing and the Thomas episode began! “tho-as, mummy, and percy! pen-suls? Me pen-suls? Oo, mummy dwaw ba-oon (balloon), pretty birdy mummy. Mummy, where henry? Where’s the Toby? Mummy?…” You get the idea!

 

So with that in one ear, and the Thomas soundtrack in the other, I did a couple of little sketches.

 

Calmness, floating, drifting in th sun on a lazy spring day, forgetting about the world and taking time out.

 

cutting loose, reaching for the sky, riding the breeze & seeing where it leads.

 

More stuff still to show when I have some more blogging time!