My hands are comfortable like this. In this state. It feels normal, natural, the way they are meant to be.
Covered in substances.
I know many people who would wear protective gloves and freak about the remnants of paint, glue, grout on their hands. When I was studying Graphic Design, the ladies in particular were warned about not getting a drop of rubber cement on them incase it rendered them baby-free forever.
I got it on me, I panicked at the time. A bit. I had 3 babies.
I lived to tell the tale.
I will always have working-man-farm hands, but they are busy, doing what they do best. And comfortable, I’m strangely proud of them for being such helpful and precise tools.
Hence today’s shot.
I have clocked up 6 hours painting this little lady. Tomorrow I will be carving a stamp in the shape of a little flower – and stamp like a champion, adding another layer to this ongoing project.
Little blue flowers all over the place, then we’ll see what comes next.
As I have mentioned previously. I spent some time in Perth celebrating the wedded bliss of a sweet cousin.
While staying there I was mesmerised by these sweet budgies looking at me from where I was staying. They were enormous beauties – and simply stunning. Australian Artist Anya Brock is the person behind these beautiful images. She has brought street art to a new level, and the woman uses paint brushes! Her style is very distinct and colourful – and just like a car crash, you can’t look away.
I went home, ‘over East’ and thought about my new love, a giant budgie.
For weeks I couldn’t get his little beady eyes out of my head.
As luck would have it, a limited run of prints just so happened to be available through Anya’s website. Score!!
So, I got me a lovely new friend.
Who’s a pretty boy?
I was pottering around, mowing the lawn, planting some daffodil bulbs, tidying up after a week of solid rain.
This pretty little number popped out at me from the frog pond.