Missing the beach already, and Autumn has only just arrived. The mornings are a little cooler – and any chance of feeling sleepily warm in the sun has quickly dissipated.
Sun on skin, soothing salt water, velvet sand, warm Summer breeze. Is it the change of seasons that have us feeling so wanting for that tiny window of warmth, sunscreen smells and permission to do not a lot? I think so.
Whipping up a batch of Christmas cards. I thought of the part I hand over to another more patient, mature member of my family. It’s the lights, that predictable and most likely avoidable tangle of lights.
I bring you my Christmas print.
I carved this gal, then took her to the studio. She chomped up my ‘good’ brayer – when I inked her up. Dammit!
Banging brights or warm whites.
Ready for selling. Find them on Etsy – or email me.
We lost our lovely friend Jeff. Our first fur baby, the sweetest, gentlest tortoiseshell in the world, she was old. I decided to put into practice the idea of a cat print, because when I draw an animal the first thing I naturally draw is a cat.
The obvious connotations connected with cats and middle aged women came to mind.
And then of course the need to ensure the cat was in control of the situation came next.
Had a monster printing sesh, and look what happened. Each different from the other. Each one drawn out, planned out. Cosmic girl in the tub, less so – and yet, she is the girl the people are asking for…