if it doesn't stick, we've trouble

the last batch of saved book backs, strips of vintage stuff to be glued down
i didn't have much time to create this week. i've tried to get some time back this morning and enjoyed a podcast while cutting and pasting away.

this week's hometown's A-Z preps and progress, in between work duties
i've finally brought to the next stage a collage layout that was gathering dust on the studio table. glad it's over, i've now run out of more sentences to bring together in a collage. 

almost done and yes, drying now
both designs, the one on the left was finished a year ago, the one on the right is drying, will be turned into 'literary' postcards or greeting cards, i've yet to decide. 

M for mattetaart, although this will not appear in my A-Z; it's a seperate project
to top up my morning, i brought to 'paper existence' the local sweet pie called mattetaart, or tarte matton. made from buttermilk and sugar, it's a delicacy when baked well. so i tried to cut it well too. 

done and scanned, yet to finished as a greetings card, more on this and all others in due time
today i'm cycling to mum's and tomorrow i've got an academy shift on my agenda, which'll enable me to shoot a few images to come up with soon. Happy weekend everyone! ♥

kairos, part II

when a late evening snipping session relaxes profoundly
time flies, fun or no fun. i've been preoccupied by a lot of sideline attractions, keeping me away from my creative hub, which results in a headache this morning, just as i want to start up. figures! 

when only cake can heal
but i shall not be defeated ☻. there's another intense work week coming up and soon after that, this turbulence should bubble back down to normal. i am so looking forward to that. 

when you start out on a case, listening to hinterland {the english version, obviously}.
this bee carries butterfly wings, would you believe it! ☺
as you see on IG, i do cut and paste more than before, i don't really know where it comes from. i have ideas a-plenty, and a want to snip away at vintage plates drives me... kind of like coming home. it'll grow on me. 

when you find your house number at your feet
six out of seven drawings for the september exhibition lie in wait. i know what to do. i've yet got to put my mind and hands to it. it's a good feeling to have those ducks 'sitting' in a row. now time is of importance. 

when you walk into work via the morning brocante market, brussels
kairos, kairos, i am {still} on my way, and dreaming of my space. but it's good to come ashore soon, and find my studio ready to dive into. first still: next weekend's academy exhibition opening night. 

from A to Z in 950 years, part 1

painting an A-Z with gouache, scanning piece by piece, cleaning up in PS,
bringing everything together in one doc, in progress
it's time to show you a corner of my poster to be, the one i'm developing for our town's 950 years charter. they pride themselves upon this piece of history around here. it tickled my fancy in a graphic way. 

trying out different effects, showing new doodles each week via IG
mingling my love for ABC's, my town doodles and progress on learning digital illustration, i decided to try and develop a full size poster i'm aiming to present on a downtown xmas stall in december. it's a challenge. 

mum's bunch of peonies, lasted all last week
i discovered there's a lot more to take in account than i first imagined. once i get everything designed and sorted, who'll print this baby at a reasonable price, prefering ECO paper and low transport charges... 

totally ungeek sneak preview into the september exhibition
i should like to finish this project's design halfway october at the latest, to allow myself production and revision time. it's exciting, and super scary. here's another slight peek into the september exhibition preps {and traps}. 

happy weekend, everyone! enjoy the week ahead. ♥

waiting for the peonies to pop

cutting flower petals
i may have bitten off more than i can chew. again. my imagination got the better of me, in thinking i can do it all. in a jiffy. not so. my imagination runs riot and it is a bad timekeeper at that. 
the painting for the exhibition stage, but...

there's little, naughty tell tales that pull me into this knowledge, like falling asleep with an endless list of new to-do's running round in my head, (ping!) awake in the middle of the night, you know what i'm saying.
well, i tried different versions, until i spilled the coffee {left}...
middle one became sketch pad
right one started with the blue skies but left me unsatisfied
losing the fun bit, and then... this happens: spilling my cup of coffee over a drawing that was in the last stages of finishing. too stunned to react even. 
using up scraps of flower petal paper into circles...
i have never had this happen before, and i daresay, i was completely taken by surprise. but yeah. i started hours of drawing... right over, and gosh yeah. lesson learned. now my fysio sensed the tension too, so ...
... to further fill my collage scrap/mood/ideas book
i am going to take it slower. today i collaged a flower that is soon to open in the garden. oh lord! it has opened! aw. perfect timing. 
and here's our collage try at peony
and this weekend is supposed to be hot, so i'll be forced to take it easy anyhoo. have yourselves a good weekend and a lovely springtime week ahead. ♥

the tiny, one floor villa

"the dark side of dick bruna", rotterdam, 2018
in an ideal world i live in a tiny, one floor villa on a hilly side, overlooking the ocean. in an ideal world i see things as fitting. in this world however, i make do with what i've got. 

hombroich, langen foundation, thomas houseago
and i do make the very best of it : braving the nextdoor neighbours' evening and weekend days renovations, acquiesce the miniscule neighbourhood dogs fierce late night yapping;  

hombroich, raketenstation
bearing a future new housing estate development in back of my town garden, expecting years of construction upheaval; all while stomaching the closeby railway depot nightly racket of running diesel motors.

garden in back, 10' late yesterday evening sketch, before dark set in, actually
i live on an otherwise lowkey street and i understand circumstances, but i hardly signed up for boorish neighbours, county council's ungracious, self-indulgent attitudes and railway maladministrations.

la-roche-en-ardenne, another dream villa... ☺
if on a daily basis i care to remain genteel about all of this, i do keep dreaming of the tiny one floor villa too. therefore, calling in question the two latter nuisances, in an attempt to empower local authorities : 

oh, if ever... hampton court inner courtyard, 2014
advocating a considered and serene living climate for all, our street committee is presently counterbalancing the planned (running up to 9 storeys!) housing development, in an otherwise low rise area. 

hombroich, raketenstation, juan munoz, derailment
the nightly train racket i am taking on solely. there is however only so much energy one has to counteract council goofs, while keeping both a working and creative life viable and the necessary recess unharmed.

to be continued, undoubtedly....
and wishing you all, though, a beautiful, invigorating weekend. ♥