When I get a little flat in life, which is actually very rare these days - I love to write. Or doodle.
Sometimes it is a mix of words and shapes. I have a habit of drawing vines that weave their way over multiple pages and morph into different species of plant.
When I draw my little birds, I do spend a lot of time on them - making sure that their chests are puff and full, that their eyes are bright and beady, and their wings curl just at the right point. Very rarely do I just doodle birds. Birds to me, are worth more than just a doodle.
I love birds.
This is one of my original pieces, an ink and coloured pencil drawing. I actually sold this for a measly $40.00. I really do regret selling it... for any price! If the owner ever reads this, I actually would love to buy it back from you..!
I use to keep journals all the time.
I actually carried one around in my handbag or satchel, but ever since I stopped going to Art School, the "Journal & I" relationship seemed to fade.
To be honest with you, the jewellery spawned from the drawings and now the jewellery is flapping its wings to the point where I barely have time to sit down and sketch the little wren that bounces around outside of my bedroom window. I sketch him in my mind though, and paint his puffed-up bust with a bright hue of cobalt blue... it is such a shame that vision can't burn itself onto a piece of paper in front of you.
I am contemplating buying one of Isis' cleverly reinvented notebooks, just so that it inspires me to whip out the pencil and do a little doodling and scribbling, now that Spring has finally sprung! Isis has a variety of lino printed notebooks in every colour of the rainbow.
But I have a soft spot for the forest green...