Earlier on this week, I mentioned briefly that I had spent quite a bit of time on a painting and I also mentioned my Dad’s birthday a while back and even shared with you the draft of his painting… well, he received it in the post today!
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The girl who loved stripes, words and seahorses…
creativity, My Sketch Book, writingOnce upon a time there was a little girl. She had pink hair, green eyes and loved stripes.
She wanted to become a writer so she could write stories about clouds turning into dragons, teapots filled with green smoke and horses living in a magic forest ruled by a panther, ridden with trolls and elves.
The mermaid who rose from the sea…
creativity, My paintings, My Sketch BookI would like to introduce you to this goddess of the sea…
The cool guys…
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Treasure hunts and empty spaces
creativity, doodles, My Sketch Book, Nature“J’arrive quelquefois à ne penser à rien, et même pas comme l’ami Pierrot, à la mort de Louis XVI : d’un coup, je me rends compte que je suis là, que le métro vient de s’arrêter et qu’ayant quitté Dugommier quelques quatre-vingt-dix secondes auparavant, je suis maintenant bel et bien à Daumesnil. Mais, en l’occurrence, je ne suis pas arrivé à penser le rien. Comment penser le rien ? Comment penser le rien sans automatiquement mettre quelque chose autour de ce rien, ce qui en fait un trou, dans lequel on va s’empresser de mettre quelque chose, une pratique, une fonction, un destin, un regard, un besoin, un manque, un surplus…?”
– Espèces d’espaces, Georges Pérec.
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“I sometimes manage to think of nothing, not even, like Raymond Queneau’s Ami Pierrot, of the death of Louis XVI. All of a sudden I realize I am here, that the Metro train has just stopped and that, having left Dugommier some ninety seconds before, I am not well and truly at Daumesnil. But, in the event, I haven’t succeeded in thinking of nothing. . . . How to think of nothing without automatically putting something round that nothing, so turning it into a hole, into which one will hasten to put something, and activity, a function, a destiny, a gaze, a need, a lack, a surplus . . . ?”
-Species of Spaces, Georges Pérec.
There has been an empty space in the woods this year. Something – or rather someone – is missing. We haven’t heard the cuckoo yet. That could well be the very reason why the weather is so wet here.
The voice of the rain…
creativity, Knitting, My Sketch Book, VideosAs Life Explorers and Experimenters, Boy and I are not really put off by rainy days…
There are always so many ideas to experiment with…
You Are So Very…
Crafts, creativity, My Sketch Book:) YOU – and I – need to remember this:
“You know the day destroys the night”..
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I have been painting a lot lately… To unwind and center myself after some pretty hectic days, trying to keep up with Boy’s home-ed schedule.
Our very own soap opera…
Crafts, creativityBoy and I started making soap recently…
As we have friends who make beautiful soap and who – like us – like making things.
So we met up with them on Friday, for a soap-making session…
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Crafts, creativity, Knitting, My paintings, Nature, Yoga
I love it when boy and I have a quiet day at home, being together happily doing our own thing. He regularly comes to tell me all about what he is up to and to check what I’m doing, in case it’s of any interest to him – like I’m baking a cake or something…
Today is a quiet day. I keep a hot water bottle against my back, as I sit and paint and sip on a cup of tea. While the watercolour paint is drying I knit a bit more of my fern shawl.
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