browning palmate leaf
sticks to the graveled concrete
woe betide - rough death
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jane's corner view
francesca's hosting
beth's theme
drawing | cookie{s}
to my knowledge they are either made in belgium or france, but do correct me if i'm wrong. to be frank, as long as they taste just the way a cookie should : like childhood. {and to be true; the drier, the better}.
stefanie's theme this weekend. ... and let's face it, there's nothing above the real fox thing... ☺come on over and bon appétit!
stefanie's theme this weekend. ... and let's face it, there's nothing above the real corner view ≈ darkness
with winter approaching rapidly, darkness is bound to seep back into our all days too soon, too quick. out of pure nostalgia for longer days, i find myself stalling, reluctant to switch on the evening lights.
i drew this shed with nightfall around it, including one tiny star {yes, you can find your star!}. i liked bringing the dark to a drawing, it changed 'round my routine in my 2014 river project. jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, kelleyn's theme.
i drew this shed with nightfall around it, including one tiny star {yes, you can find your star!}. i liked bringing the dark to a drawing, it changed 'round my routine in my 2014 river project. jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, kelleyn's theme.
drawing | swoon
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yesterday an acquaintance reminded me of a communal visit to the astounding BLOOMSBURY exhibition in roubaix (F), a few years back. {sorry no relevant exhibition link survived those few years}.
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this morning as i took breakfast, i happened to rest my gaze on a vintage miniature figurine that hadn't made its way up to the studio yet, and i thought, these figurines always look happy, jolly, enthralled, like, they swoon. why don't i ....
.... serve 'em right up on a plate, for the occasion? ☻ tammie proposed swoon for drawing challenge theme this weekend. go check that out. ☺ river update.
beaupré abbey, not castle
imagine living next door to a castle, that isn't a castle after all, but a 13th century abbey. {fyi, i do not!}
imagine next you've been wanting to enter the castle abbey for two decades, and that hasn't happened yet. not to this date it hasn't.
so. join an ethnographic society walk, and slide past the abbey.
wait a minute! slide past? no-ho!
slip over the mossy drive way through the big navy blue grilles. walk right in.
genteel home owner allowing an eagre group of curiosity cats {including moi} free access to the abbey's wards for a bit.
{wards that are, in reality, big open spaces on three imposing levels}
{in fact blank canvased for future artistic application}
after a 1991 horrendous fire just four outside walls were left standing.
the place was roughly renovated after the 1991 fire by stichting jules de bruycker, collecting the artist's works by a family heir.
to stand inside these former castle abbey walls was a bit of a dream-come-true for yours truly.
i snuffed and sniffled, {persistently wet and moss down here, you know}.
and didn't make it to the upper floors either, because of a fearsome vertigo.
i did stroll happily to my heart's content over that ground floor, believe me.
and felt deflated to leave the place again so soon...
