Journal Pages: Where the Eagles Cry!

I am a known 'stadsmens', as we say in Dutch. A 'city person'. I grew up in the city, have always lived in cities, and I just very much love and enjoy cities - the bigger, the busier, the better.

I enjoy the concept of nature and the outdoors, but severe allergies to everything natural, a constant need for stimuli and soy lattes, as well as weak knees have often been enough reason for me to not venture too far away from civilization. Now, though, I seem to have found a reason to actually love nature: I love painting mountains. 

Journal Pages: The Spread

I'm rekindling my love for doing double page layouts. It means I have to be extra careful with what materials I am using on the page, but I love the look of a full book, bursting with color on every page. Here's a few snaps of my Dublin pages. 

Journal Pages: Flying Food

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. 

Journal Pages: Bed Tales

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.