AC | blue. like the deep sea

what with the busy-ness of the past few months, i've neglected blogland. again! but strapping up for a party in blue, i cannot resist. okay, so i missed the ° {tea} party. here's my contribution to blue{s}... 

a few nights ago i watched a rerun documentary on german photographer michael wolf. i couldn't pull myself away from the small screen, not even a second time around. while listening i lifted william eggleston's first hardcover from my book shelf

one thing led to another and i finally broke open the cellophane from around peter sekaer's signs of lifei bought the book seven years ago and eventually read the biography and leafed through compelling pages. late at night, my mind sharp as a needle.  

what kept me so long? procrastinated anticipation, i figure. and now the summer is on and the green is out and the skies are predominantly blue (except for when it rains), i regularly feel quite giddy. that'll explain the nocturnal behaviour, perhaps.  

i lost time and track anyway, and i feel i owe you, lovely contacts from around the world! i'm well out of the habit of DC AC, but am ENJOYING this here post. while making, scanning and writing, i do remember what it used to feel like. and i still LOVE it: blogging. 

and so instead of green garden morsels my tendency to scrap had me turn to the blues and make a {tiny} whole from a bunch of blue snippets. i cleaned it up and hung it, framed, from the wall. i owe it all to patrice and her weekend AC theme. oh, glorious!

ps - talking of which. wiliam eggleston in LONDON this summer. yep. i'll be up there, lucky me. 

drawing | sky

kingfisher blue. off-white fat clouds floating by. even, when the sea seems to reside up above {not shown here}. it happens. once i drove into work and the sky shone unearthly mountain solid. i felt as if i was driving through the french alps in belgium.

calling you

finding balance is a cause well worth aiming for, as we work and relax, while we eat and drink, when we decide to do nothing at all and hopefully fall prone to boredom. don't you just love being bored? great things happen when we're bored : nothing-at-all!

drawing | meditation

closeby is a walk i favour. it leads to the baronie, now a rest home for the elderly. a quiet place indeed. and lovely, and green.
the drawing challenges of the past i enjoyed most were the ones where a quirky element sided up with dots and line drawing. and really it takes me straight back into my childhood days, where lines and circles and dots were also prominent. it is for life, i figure. 

drawing | pink horse {trying}

what with entering another online, virtual community, the risk of not seeing the wood for the trees is imminent. i've actually gone and bought a smart phone to connect to the world this summer, as i travel, and of course now : distracted by its tinsel. 

play us a slow song

i realise i'm not showing much of my drawing going on. there are simple reasons for not doing so: i simply cannot publish here before it appears... there. i have created a new pinterest board however, where i will let grow 'my' homes collection. bear with me on that. 

an old fashioned blog post

like those in the beginning. coming up with just about anything, about anything. or how we evolved as blogpost writers, prodding along. going with the feckless flow, and then some. sitting back, relaxing, dreaming. at times doing naff all, for the muse to feel welcome.

drawing | leap

any time is a good time to brag about socialism, lest we grow sour and dour. there, that's probably the first and last time i come up absolute about my position in politics on an otherwise neutral and usually straight creative blog. but then veronica is giving us a leap.

drawing | halfway metamorphosis {please hover}

our first time metamorphosis was hosted by rose ariane also! let's have a look at what we are talking about four years down the road... and although i started out doubting the challenge, an early morning pinterest walk got me inspired. 

drawing | cocoon {winter cycle}

when to bed, curling up in a tiny pool of warm sheets and soft bedding, atop a well comfortable mattress, i feel in sheer heaven. indulging in that trusted mass of cotton, wool and expectation is a thing to look forward to every night.