At the end of my last paint session, my palette looked like a rainbow unicorn had vomited a lolly shop over it. Either that, or I just hadn’t used much black (but who’s going to believe that?) It was all very bubblegum flavoured. The back-story to all this is as follows: I’d spent literally hours trying to … More Painting like a unicorn in a lolly* shop
There are times when I think about my choice to pursue painting more fully and I wonder if it’s not just a little nutty. Can I justify the hours spent mixing pats of colour together and pushing them about on a canvas? What is the point of painting panel after panel of ordinary random objects? … More Sleep deprived, with White-line fever
July means school holidays and birthdays in my household. Which, by default, means taking bite-sized snatches of painting time between not such bite-sized pieces of cake. To offset the parental guilt of knowingly placing children into sugar-comas, I like to ensure there is the healthy option of cut-up fruit and plain (okay, lightly salted) popcorn readily … More Party’s over, folks.
I don’t know if it was the roses or perhaps how time-poor I’ve been, but this week I felt paint-shy. I figure that’s bound to happen from time to time, so rather than pushing too hard against it, I did some drawing instead. This is actually something I’d like to be doing everyday, because the … More Squashed for time, but sticking to it.
Who can say what came over me this week? One moment, I’m raiding my recycling bin for more ordinary objects to exploit, the next I’m channeling my nana’s 1950’s upholstery. I really don’t know know what to say about this one… I keep looking at it in utter confusion. It’s just so far from what … More Well. This is unexpected.
Let me introduce you to a handy friend of mine. I call her Gigi: Keeper of the Carbon Paper and Unabashed Fan of all things Beige and Tan. Gigi for short. This pack of carbon paper is almost a family heirloom. I saved it when our first family computer came along back in the late … More First-rate Finds: Gigi the office copy-girl
My husband has a tendency to forget his lunch. Sometimes he forgets to eat it, and sometimes he forgets to take it. This time, when I spotted his lunch container sitting forlornly on the bench (who knew Tupperware has feelings?), I decided to put it to better use than dividing it up between peckish chickens … More A tough week for sandwiches. Painters too.