smell ya later! ☺

margate cupcake cafe, 2014
while you're reading this, i'm in the UK, enjoying english pastures, not considering the english' ridiculous brexit move and scheming up an itinerary or two.

margate, lido sands, 2014
i'm in margate. i will be walking into broadstairs on tuesday. i will most probably be visiting canterbury, before i travel back up to london. 
margate, dreamland, 2014. recently reopened
it's my last 2017 proper holiday. i'm keeping my promise to avoid summer travel, as to elude a probable heat wave, and just stay inside if temperatures rise intolerably. 

margate, shore, 2014
one exception: i will be attending the summer gathering, the one that came out of the late drawing challenges. this may well happen in germany. 

margate, shore, 2014
we've yet to settle a date, it's a whole undertaking which demands careful planning. like organising an original sleep over, but the adult way. 

thanet map
the weather forecast is reasonably good. let's just take it as it comes. cheerio, everyone. back before long.  

AC | rituals and routine{s}

sweet 16. probably
i grew up in a family where a weekly schedule of cleaning house, kitchen chores and garden pleasures ran riot. i didn't appreciate much of it as a child, but i find a bunch of rituals stuck to me. apart from my own, naturally. 

morning sun
quite late in life, i find, i understand that rituals are necessary besides sensible. in times of trouble, it is a ritual that can save our skin. when overjoyed i've fallen prone to that well known ritual of drinking, to one's health. 

train ride; guess where i'm heading soon? 
i wake up in the morning and i sit down to post my instagram entry of the day. i dabble a little, get ready for an office morning and am on my way, same seat on the train, sometimes earphones, mostly not. 

brussels, rue blaes
i try to read, but what's the use. my office day is cut by lunch break, which i try to have outside the office. when it rains, i stay inside, drink my soup, eat my salad, make a walk inside the building. 

evenings i cook supper, put on pj's, go to the studio for an hour, then telly and watch, often listen, to a series or a movie. i do some sketching, or painting. i hang out on my cell phone, come and say hi to y'all. 

coffee at philominius, aalst
on days off from work, my schedule differs greatly. i go for a walk, do the house in the mornings and after lunch i'm in the studio. i come back down to the kitchen and get some stuff ready, usually a few days coming. 

home. sunday morning
weekends are kind of holy, which is an interesting word. saturdays are my favourite. as a child mum ploughed away on the hand operated washing machine; the sweet, heady scented smell of that washing boiling...  

antiques shop on rue blaes, brussels. same house number! ☻
sundays are quite sacred too. i like to share a walk with a friend, or do absolutely zilch (i like that). mostly though practiced schedules of mixing chores and play. i find duties a necessary evil, i try and avoid them. 

flowers in the street
i seem to repeat those seven days and find the classification satisfying. i also love breaking it all up into not doing any of it and wait till the routine filters back in. because it always does. it's a trusty animal. 

bathroom wall, awaiting finishing plastering touches
i have of course forgotten to mention SO many of my usuals, but generally this is pretty much what it grinds down to, and like i said, happy about it. i tend to slow down in aging. i am curious to find out about yours:  stefanieveronicatammiesharmoncarolesabine, annton, roberto, melodye, renee, ... 
ps - health restored, my computer still on the blink. must. get. a. new. one. ... 


work in progress
so that was exciting, our brainstorm about our renowned ART CHALLENGEwelcome, again! i've been fighting the elements (flu and my trusted laptop machine rather being into crashing), i still have to get necessary hardware, but we're halfway there and with any luck, i can just about squish in the new theme here. 

work in progress
one morning i ran my thoughts through the day to come and realized rituals are part of our daily lives. a very personal routine is born from those proved and constant daily deeds. without further ado, let's get into rituals and routine{s}. how do you go about those automatic things in life? 

work in progress
how to play
draw, paint, photo shoot, embroider, install, write, muse, .... any discipline is welcome. over the weekend of march 18-19, come and announce here you have posted. to participate, add your name down below in the notes section (or facebook, et al., i'll pick up your entry from there) and see you here next weekend. yay! 

players : stefanieveronica, tammie, sharmon, carole, sabineannton,  

i think it is safe to say that in future anyone can announce whichever way (be alert to the usual hangouts of all participants though) and yes, it would be awfully kind if you, when hosting a challenge, could link up your blogpost announcement to facebook and send word to veronica's. she is so kind as to take over from ariane in collecting our current and future themes in one spot. i think having a AC HOME PLACE can work beneficial on many levels, one important one (i know what i'm saying) quite simply being memory.

AC | {it started with a} pig

illustrator : jiří kalousek
i woke at 3 AM one week night and got up. pulling a favourite illustrated book from a studio shelf, i started leafing, revelling at one image after another. i was awake!

illustrator : jiří kalousek
and there she stood, in one corner of poland, a subject of wonder: pig. how ever carole came about this theme, i guess i’ll find out over the weekend.☻

preparing last night, the drink held berries
anyhoo. i was already considering patterns of hoofs, and meagre legs under a big corpus, a snotty snout and flappy pig’s ears; all of its potence appealed. 

no more legless
then an early morning headache hammered in and i lay my head down again on my soft cell memory pillow, deciding upon good old fashioned drawing. a pig then, as is.

in a pig's ear = pigs might fly. oh! pink floyd!!
so i pulled out my paints and lines and rolled in snorts of contentment upon oinks of marvel. super great fun theme in the end and this weekend at carole’s. 

and terribly sorry, no. not a thing about piggy banks. unless... (note to self : i should really read the briefs more carefully). chop chop, knor knor. ♥