that I might like this book.
You might too. Click to browse through it on Amazon. Feel free to buy it from somewhere else more in need of a dollar… like a local book shop, on-line or otherwise :-)
p.s. Thanks to Colossal for the tip off.
More swimming lessons
More doodling. The parents move about a bit less than the swimmers…
And little boys’ hair sticks up after a swimming lesson.
I love books. I love altered books. I love black ink.
It was only a matter of time…
Watching my boys’ swimming lessons last week
I drew in an old book with a pen
And later I added my beloved ink
I think I could enjoy doing a lot of this. And I haven’t yet included another secret love of mine… collage…
Drawing without the use of a life model or reference material can lead to some surprising results. He he. Who knew Mum had two left feet? (Size 11 by the looks)
Immortalised on line before Eraser Surgery.
Alice gets in on the action – sneak peek at one corner of spread 22-23
Funny how when you draw something upside down, your eye can lose its usual sense of proportion. This is the last in a series of head-stand sketches for Thunderstorm Dancing. In some of the earlier sketches, when I turned the picture the other way up after drawing, (so that the child was seen with with head upwards) I was amused to find that her head was enooooormously too large, and sometimes her body was extremely shortened.
However, I didn’t try drawing this picture the other way up. I felt the only way to get the right balance, weight and feeling was to draw her as she is to be seen on the page.
It needs a little extra something…
How about some wings?? (Sassita)
Still something missing. How about a naked lady machine embroidered and felted onto a linen cushion? (Julieta)
With a bit of a Mary Oliver poem on the back…
More Mary Oliver up the side rails. (Robbita)
and a bit more
And it needs our names on it. (Little embroidered tags by Bellita again.) And some braid around the edge with flowers (Lazzita)
Joita, the birthday girl. Hooray!
A better view of the braid: from the front where the flowers bloom. (Lazzita)
That is one wacky chair!
And underneath, there’s a little cheeky bit. A collage.
Collage by Kezzita, Robbita and Judita (me)
Happy birthday, Joita :-)
Here is a record of the ordeal that an op-shop chair went through to become a bohemian wishing chair for a bohemian friend turning 50. The painting bit was done by me. The other adornments were the work of the Sistas. Great fun. Not sure if the chair appreciated it.
naked starting point
finishing point – very much embellished bohemian wishing chair
And here’s how it happened:
after the 5 part prep treatment
How many changes of mind can a gal have? Boy what fun!
Starting off rather pink – like a baby’s bottom
nope… cooler
add some bloomsbury leaf patterning
Yellow ochre back rail, and green down the middle (Had to be neutral on the top rail as a backdrop for Kezzita’s crochet work… but kept getting tints sneaking in)
Nope. Red and yellow sections on the uprights too obvious… back to nearly black with a teensy wee thread of red. Graduate the green between two shades. Add some cheery red flecks down the dusky uprights.
Add some speedy red to the lower rails. Not sure if these will be covered with something, so will keep them plain, but a bit zingy.
Top rail back to dusky beige. completely neutral…
two tone legs. I think the chair is a kind of flamboyant antelope at this stage… And why not? I’ll hand it over to the other Sistas for the full treatment.
Kezzita in action. I’m loving those colours of wool and paint in front of the bookish backdrop :-)
pause to smile :-)
Here we see the beastly legs. grrrrowl.
Actually, too dark to see properly indoors. Move out the garden, hey?
The cat is becoming more baleful by the minute. But who can blame it when the only dry place is indoors… but indoors everybody has gone mad with dancing , banging and clanging? I have a vision of it being a sort of smudgy thing in each spread, somewhere amid the linework. So it might be black, if that works.
I think it might have to be a longhaired moggie. If there’s anything more uncomfortable looking than a cat that has been caught in the rain, it’s a long-haired cat that has been caught in the rain. Poor puss. I think perhaps this cat’s name is Thunder :-) That seems infinitely appropriate.
But I am thinking I will give it a treat at the end of the book. I think it might get a delicious fishy. One that was imaginary, but might, just might, not be imaginary…
Is Thunder a boy or girl cat? Somebody tell me. So impolite to call it ‘IT’.
Lucy the whippet gets in on the action…
Poor Poppy. As I have a thumping headache at the moment due to a cold, I sympathise with his predicament :-)
Often it’s the quickest pictures that have the most life… And often the quickest pictures are pictures of dogs… Ahem
This needs to be re-worked and then ‘unworked’! But I’m trying for that look that Hugo gets when he is squirming with glee, half crushing whatever he is holding, and throwing his legs about from a safe vantage point… not quite ready to join in… The cat is getting closer to the right baleful and disgusted expression :-)
Judy Watson 