I'm thinking of making bookmarks.
Maybe start with a group of strange little girls...
Our pioneer here is Miss Acorn.
Some years (!) ago I wrote this beside her sketch:
She has no mirror
So she brushes her hair
Over a cup of water.
She wishes for a smaller mouth
Just the right size for an Acorn girl.
It sounded better (though not smarter!) in Romanian.
At one point she even had a friend, a foul-mouthed raven, dressed up smart in a pinstriped vest, which she keeps tied up with a golden chain, button to button. The raven dreams himself to be some sort of a misunderstood literary genius.
At the moment I'm testing to see j
(Friendship Never Fades was painted sometime in October. I apologise for being lazy and not motivated enough to update my gallery in time. Sorry!)
Almost two weeks ago I got home, opened a big bag of puffs, ate them as fast as I could, ogre style, got a new record for "how many of these do you think I can fit in my mouth without chewing?" (A: a jillion!) and I got puffs crumbles - golden and plenty - all over my grim and frostbitten little bear fur.
With no connection whatsoever to the story above - or is there? - the same evening I got my tools out and all over the kitchen table and I started doodling.
No plan, No sketches.
And I doodle
Yesterday morning I was woken up by the sound of my own snoring, an unquenched thirst and a mental image that would just not go away
Rows upon rows of teapots. Upon rows. Teapots. And then some ...
That was all I could see, honestly. I don't know if it was my own body trying to fend off this autumn's first cold, a happening from last night lingering subconsciously, or maybe there's just something wrong with me. Who knows?
I'm really starting to take a like to these watercolours things. It's a bit difficult to get the desired opacity at first try but if you're in no rush, trial and error is the way to go.
Of course I sneaked in some acryli