merging emerging


Last night I couldn’t sleep. So I painted. And I pondered.

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The magic of metallic paint on cushiony soft paper, that biro marks indent and cast tiny shadow outlines.

Life is as quick as a flash, a sprint through some generations and it’s done.

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And life is a slow evolution, spiralling up through understanding new layers of the game.

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It’s both.

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Everything & Nothing. Empty & Full.

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Contrast & Confusion. Zigs & Zags.

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Deep & Shallow.

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Some folk like to scramble the edge, following the truths they’ve chosen to absorb, busying away their days in occupation and activity, punctuated with ritual and escapism.

IMG_7349.jpgFearful of treading over the lines, getting their toes wet, or worse.

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Some folk run at it fast, not leaving anything to chance, escaping the dangers by out-running and out-witting. No way is right, no way is wrong. We’re all just making it up one bit at a time.

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I’ve been listening to Pete Holmes’ podcasts: You Made It WeirdHe kept me company through the night, kept me laughing and thinking. So far I’ve really love love loved his interactions with Liz Gilbert & Deepak Chopra and been curiously riled by Noel Gallagher &  Tim Minchin.

on letting go, on moving on


Continuing from yesterpost, as I’m finding my place in this book, it’s finding its place in my days.

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I’m loving the contrast of my art against the books original purpose (which I spoke of more over here). The waves and the lines criss-crossing the verbal nonsense. More than this I’m enjoying the meditation of the evening ritual this book plays out in my life. It’s very lack of specific purpose is becoming it’s purpose.

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It’s a bit solid ground in uncertain times as I’m feeling unsettled in aspects of my life with the turmoil of transition, that awkward movement into unknown territory. It sits in part of my world where I know I can keep moving, one little step at a time.

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Behind the noise of confusion I soften the day, here is my haven. I leave the other realities, partially dismantled, they can wait for now.

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I’m drawing in a series of moments of now.

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I’m relishing the freedom: detaching from outcome , delighting in the hope, focussing on process,

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the less I plan, the more fun I have.

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The more I let go, the more I let go.

 

 

 

 

 

stream of consciousness


I’m so enjoying this book, it’s a book without rules or boundaries.

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Previous art journals have always had a Reason

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Or arbitrary parameters to guide the content.

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Often it was based around a time frame: a page a day , a colour a month, a spread a week

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But this book is finding its own natural rhythm.

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It started a few weeks ago and seems to be averaging a page every 2-3 days.

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I date them, but that’s really just for me-in-the-future to look back and reflect on if she so wishes.

IMG_7252Only things going on here are a bit of a brain bump, whatever colours, media and materials that are to hand, some words I hear, some images I find.

It’s all a stream of consciousness.

daily learning


Do you have daily practices?

I kinda do, but my progress moves like a caterpillar – that scrunching-stretching motion, so while it averages out as daily, it might not always be technically daily.

This is the thing: – I’m acknowledging this now instead of berating myself. I’m learning my rhythms and working within them.  I’m letting the process be the lesson.

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2016: A work in progress/process

Since the start of this year I’ve been adding to this book of ‘daily’ doodles. Mostly every day I complete a 1″square. The days when I don’t, I return to, always within a day or two, and as I doodle I reflect back on that day. Sometimes there’s a word or a shape or a scrap of something to glue into the square. Everyday is similar, yet every day is unique.

It’s another unfolding metaphor.

 

 

thoughts de jour


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Traditional journalling – the outpouring of words and thoughts and the recording of happenings, events and reactions is quite linear: these things occurred, then were recorded; these things were planned and projected, then recorded.

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Art journalling is far more holistic. Even the most literal illustrations are cast in the light of the mood, defined by the view of the artist and constricted by the limitations of their style and skill.

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And then there’s this whole exploration of the psyche that forms from the deluge of abstraction that some of us create.

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Like many other artists who play this game, mine is largely an unplanned stream of consciousness.

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As life ebbs and flows there are periods dominated by torrential outbursts of imagery.

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I’m driven by a force beyond my thoughts to combine and construct these collections of objects, images and notions. They make no sense at the time and only sometimes later can I pick out an impression of context, a reflection of thought.

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Meanwhile, I enjoy the colours and the nonsense. Another metaphor for life.

imaginary animals


Some of the characters I collected in my camera at the V&A last week, having filtered through my imagination, turned up in my art journal.

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As they evolved along the way,

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some got a little lost under the layers.

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faces merge animals and human,

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some characters from other projects join them.

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As the weekend wore on,

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the colours developed

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The doodles built up

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The tribe became established on the page

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I can’t think of any meditation I enjoy more than getting lost in patterns and colours.

 

 

365 self love update


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The pace of this project is slow but steady, marching through time at 1 inch per day. And already since the start of the year it’s a past the first page.

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And the book is teaching me lessons already: Page one’s squares were measured and neatly spaced. Page two’s are are more in keeping with my style: eye-balled, uneven, bit wonky in places.

IMG_6977After the first few weeks I’ve wandered off from just doodle/painting to include collaged bits – fragments of that day’s doings. It intrigues me how different the mood of each day looks. It intrigues me to see how the coming weeks and months will look, and the lessons they will bring.

Happy New Love


Toward the tail end of last year I fell upon #selflove365, a daily drawing practice, meditation, and focus. I chose the book I wanted to use, I drew a grid of 1 inch squares, and I waited for January to begin.

Here we go.

Two days in, I’m finding my way.

almost completely (50/52)


Every week this year I’ve worked on one page of this art journal.

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There’s a poignancy to the last pages of a book, a wanting to eke out the fun….

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mixed with a readiness to move on to new projects.
Oh so many new projects lined up!

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This is an almost complete page of the almost complete book….

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We’re so close to the end now I’m going to save the completed page until I can show you the whole book at once 🙂