drawing | where the ♥ is, and also rather a few "anyway's"

every year, for many years, my mr. valentine has no inkling as to behind which door i'm at, for he's passed my house repeatedly, with little hope of a return. it sounds bleak, but don't let my blab fool you! i love my mr. valentine {unknown}, and one day, yeah? 

every year i take courage and dream myself up a mr. valentine, like a dear friend once suggested: why not make a fella from sweet dough bread and knead him into existence? i haven't tried it yet, but the idea appeals, and one way or another. anyway. 

i must play with different tools. and so i pulled out the stamps. which are always near, for i've started a weekly journal, i kid you not.  i joke around with it, pretending i need it, in case memory loss would befall and fell me. i would not like that! but really.

i need it. i need that journal. for it pleases me in its simplicity and also for its expanse. anything goes in there. so, every sunday night (or early monday morning) i sit down in front of my weekly planner, and i start reminiscing.

as the week passes, i take note of silly, beautiful, moving or life changing events in my tiny moleskine. it holds my key card to work, alongside my inner most private thoughts. not a bad combination at the worst of times. in my art journal however, my criteria are mild. 

although i've regularly stated otherwise, perhaps giving lenience to complete calm, my life is rather topsy turvy, or at sixes and sevens, and plans, ideas, intentions and actual deeds, they don't always meet up in the middle. anyway. moving on. to drawing...

.. some of it can hit broad daylight. although my published drawings happen on a charitable, no funds basis, i am putting together a workable portfolio for merchandising after publication, aren't i? and i feel well chuffed about that. the left one appeared just this month.

anyway. i'm straying, but bear with me. stamps, and mr. valentine, and hearts, i was thinking. so i've tried incorporating hearts in a few different projects, as you may well notice below. hearts... homes. well... home is where the heart is. to me anyway.

opening up my {other} art book surprised me. i easily forget what i work on when i leave it for a few days, weeks even. that is also why i started a weekly journal: my mind's a sift and i do not remember much after i've actually done something. 

i mean, that might be alarming, but i think it also means i've been having too much on my plate and i'm counting the days to go back to a parttime office job, so i can draw more. from home. feel happy, where the heart is. thank you melodye! helló, mr. valentine. {not}.