The backyard is transformed – refreshed as if it’s been washed green – after a week of early Autumn rain. So here’s a selection of photos celebrating the new green – colour inspiration!
Today, I am Cat Lady and the everyday I photograph, sketch -the everyday of my haiku – is a day of Summer. My day cat sitting by the sea.
Today I notice dried gum leaves on the browning lawn, gum nuts, a handful of curled bark-and I’m making an Australian bush wreath.
It began in a coffee shop with a flat white and a thumbnail sketch in a recycled milk carton notebook. She appeared as a vignette.
What is so alluring about tiny things? I’ve found myself repeatedly making them, and drawing them – literally, as thumbnail sketches. But why?
Having fun with words and pictures – writing and illustrating this week. And what came first?
For me, as a book illustrator, engaging the reader is all about story – the visual story that fills the space between words within a text.
This week standing in the rain, an umbrella and book in one hand, pencil in the other – sketching large sulphur-crested cockatoos.
I pocket a white rabbit – on my desk from yesterday’s photo shoot – my phone, my camera and latch the door behind me, adventuring out on my weekly bush-walk.
On a cold day, a long way from home, we’d found an enticing shopfront window. With its secondhand collection arranged on an oak sideboard – books – there and nestled beside, in the arms of a large comfy chair. The children peered over the sill, pointing to a chalkboard behind, offering oatcake and hot tea. But I’d noticed Roald Dahl – sitting apart, there on the chair with the other books. The door bell jangled as we entered. Then before the turn of a page, we were seated in the window nook, just behind the sideboard – with a perfect view of the street, oatcake, tea and our imperfect copy of ‘The BFG’. Someone else’s Santa sticker embellished the inside cover and two pounds-fifty had been penned at the top of the first page, but neither mattered. My other half began reading that story aloud to the kids – there and then, until whispers, smiles and giggles bundled us back out onto the street. That book has been read many times since, along with our other favourite Roald Dahl tales – and always …