I am not a morning person at all, but I still love the romance of mornings. Those quiet few hours before life picks up again.
One thing I like about cities, is the sense of anonymity. You don't have to get to know your neighbors if you don't want to, and no one will gossip about you when you don't show up to a local bake off or god knows what. Unfortunately, the paper like quality of our ceilings and walls make that I've inadvertently gotten to know my neighbors quite well. Including their ringtones, party schedules, and favorite songs. Everything but their name, really.
So off to the British countryside I went with my friend and colleague Hannah, to assist her on her 'shoot'. No, not a shoot of the fashion variety, but a shoot of the dead-bird variety. I had a lovely time, outside, breathing air that was so fresh it almost hurt my poor city girl lungs, sniffing up the smell of gun powder, drinking gin, wearing tweed. It was truly a unique experience. Yet, while I am convinced many a supermarket chicken would happily trade with the partridges and pheasants that day, it was odd. Bringing home a dead bird to pluck, gut, and eat is a lot more 'real' than buying a pink patty in the store. There's real power in knowing where your food comes from, and it's inspiring me to eat (even) more consciously and eat selectively.
It's kind of like the emperor's new clothes including the part where I paid a lot of money for it.
Not bad, 2016. So far, so good.
Time flies when you move to a different country, move twice, travel around the globe, and have people over every month. 2015 has been a great year, and I can't wait for 2016!! Which is great, because it's already here despite me redrawing and reliving the past all day today.
Happy New Year, all. May the inspiration be with you!
December feels like a haze. A pink fog filled with pictures of my new nephew, work, working out, food, fun, family, and - of course - Star Wars.
Yesterday I realized that about half of the drawings in my journal involve me in a bed, on a bed, or talking about a bed.
I'm a little worried about my energy levels, but mostly I think it's because a) we got a new bed which is made of angel farts and unicorn hair (it's that good), and b) a lot has been happening. I became an auntie, my grandma passed away, I traveled to Asia and back for work, and my man grew a beard in my absence. Yeah. Enjoy.
That breakup that left you breathless. That friendship (or was it more?) that faded and left you grasping for answers. That lover you lost through no or all fault of your own. We all have unresolved feelings about someone or some situation, I'm sure.
Which perhaps is why I used no less than seventeen exclamation marks in my reply to Erin when she asked me to illustrate the second volume of her project 'Portraits'. 'Portraits' is a heartfelt project that aims to honor memories and exorcise unresolved feelings. The characters profiled in the volumes are citizens of pretend spaces we’ve created between past and future, fiction and memory.
It's one thing to be asked to collaborate with someone you respect and admire, it's another to work with them on something that feels both personal and important. The second volume of 'Portraits' on Without Pretend is illustrated by yours truly and I invite you to check them out.
So we moved four streets down to a flat in a terraced house with a garden and we are now Mr and Mrs Domesticated. In the month since we moved I've baked us two apple pies and a few other weird experimental tarty things that don't deserve a proper name. I don't bake, so this is a thing. We also bought a million pound bed and it's my new favorite place to be (and not just because it's the most expensive thing we own now). I'm glad this update also includes trips to Paris and Amsterdam because I'm sure you're starting to worry about me by now.