pattern concept, power sleep, death and birth

starting out, digging inspiration, draw
i've been learning from my daily drawings. returning to the drawing table on a set time keeps the habit going and loosens up my wrist, while my imagination and skills get a daily fresh start. 

pull in the real thing
at their worst however, my drawings feel static and i search for ways to liven up compositions. i enjoy a frill or two but don't take kindly to too much romance. 

being careful, yet loose
i want colour and composition to hone in on one another, all while i find a message attractive and the addition of a quirky element enthralling. i aim for impact but i also think beauty should prevail. 

trying out backgrounds
those dilemmas and conundrums frequently hold me in a tight grip. sometimes they gain power and lock me down into hideous self doubt. i try to go with the flow instead of resisting however.

unhappy with backgrounds, enlarging the page
i may then stumble upon a few good nights sleep and quite surprisingly i discover what the pattern is and how i'm going to translate all the separate bits into a whole picture.

even more unhappy with backgrounds, now watering down the dots, et al

one of my fixations in visuals is anything trellis: carved garden fences, elegant plant rhizomes (= roots, but i just LOVE that word, don't you?), skeletal tree shadows in winter landscapes. 

it's a birth of a myosotis flower, our late neko's († 2014) favourite
i will come back to those things that drive me. for now, a study of myosotis or the elegant forget-me-not. they've come up in the garden, after we missed them last spring. 

enjoy sunday, and have a fantastic week ahead! ♥

wishing and hoping and thinking and ... {earth day}

easter promises from ariane r.
i prepared quite a different blog post over the past week, for i was convinced i could combine renovation work in the mornings with drawing in the afternoons. no such thing.

house in suburb

firstly i had to look for my courage somewhere amongst the cabbage, for i had no courage at all. how i ever got myself pumped enough to keep going... now there's a question. 

this is exactly what it means : new laptop

once i got going i just kept going, i think, breaking the tension by frequent visits to the diy store; luckily just round the corner from where i live.

bathroom progress, as seen from above

so all i did was measuring, sawing, drilling, plastering, fastening, beating and wishing. wishing up for a different scenario, that was. just to show you how hard i swallowed my efforts. 

detail of sanding down old tiny cupboard. circle is from where an old handle sat

somehow it got to friday and an hesitant sun in a grey forecasted sky guided my outdoors paint stripping acts on a bedside table to be. it did get me closer to the wood worm... yeah. that too. ☻

cherry blossom pink by now, bedside table to be
once it starts raining, it doesn't half pour, albeit those grey skies remained dry. which is a plus. and after all, all the things i got done, are now forever done. only...

bathroom {un}progress and end of my street
i didn't finish the bathroom, did i? i got a few new ideas along the way. and i brace myself with the knowledge that the creative process does have this tendency of looking like i make things up as i go along, ...  

earth day, april 22, melodye's AC

... so that realising where it gets me and taking it from there is jollier than feeling sorry for what all that hasn't been done... and a safer bet than just wishing. that as well, i guess. 

melodye's AC this weekend and have a fantastic week ahead {and weekend!} ♥