My life seems to be going along a little at a time, a stitch at a time, a little bit of painting and a little drawing here and there, nice and slowly does it. I am realising I can get things done as long as I take it slowly, it feels rather like I am working at snail pace.
I have been working on some small projects, finally drawing those snail shells.
Slowly I painted each one, a little at a time on the kitchen table, whilst those cheeky blackbirds are now in my tray of seaside finds, flicking the mermaids purse into the air and dragging off the bits of seaweed. Attention seeking behaviour, you have already been fed. The three postcard snail shells, using acrylic inks.
We have had some lovely sunny days. Each night the windows are open, each morning a moth has been on the wall. I am keeping my eyes open for the lovely Magpie moth which I love to draw each year. It reminded me I had one I needed to finish. I started to paint it on the front cover of this black paper sketchbook but my eyes were so bad and it never got finished. I worked on the black paper, then got carried away and painted a new moth.
Wouldn't it be fun to paint one on fabric, my head loves to throw up ideas!
So I sat outside in the sunshine and just went for it, just painted straight onto the little piece of linen. It was a little tricky but I like a challenge.
So my Magpie moth is now on wood, black paper book cover, a new painting and a piece of linen. Now I have just the thing, an idea how to use that linen. A bowl of newly washed sheep wool collected off the fence on the shore.
I will make a pincushion. But Before I put the fabric paints away I had a play with the alphabet stamps, now this has great potential, my head is spitting up numerous ideas.
DREAM IT THEN CREATE IT. The words I stamped on my new pincushion. Hand painted, then stuffed with wool I found and stitched by me. It is my favourite moth, really magical, going to help me sew beautiful things I dream up. Talking of sewing I have been working away at my initial E.
A stitch at a time. I printed this beautiful letter from a wooden block my sister gave me for a birthday present. Maybe another pincushion, a rather large one for all those sewing ideas that keep filling my head.