To be quite honest: I don't like apples all that much. They are just one of the most practical fruit to eat on the go. And one of the few you can eat with dignity in public (no juice slurping all over your face, not pit to peel out of an already pulpy fruity inside... just to find you have forgotten to take any kleenex).
The last week has been full of work for TPS, a german magazine for kindergarten teachers with whom I have already worked. They always ask one photographer or illustrator to do a whole issue, which is really great. It allows you to find a theme and a style that goes well with the theme and decline them.
This is my idea of a sneak preview. When I was drained and even tea and muffins couldn't do anything for me any longer, Vincent and I went for a long walk with Orion (he does move ! and gracefully so.).
We found a trail that leads to the end of the world.
But we didn't go further than this because with Orion as bright a creature as he is, we were afraid he would fall off the rim.
yey, the whispering trees made it to the etsy front page. I didn't see it, but Adrienne, my greatest fan told me about it. This is the link to the list. Thanks so much, syko ! And thank you for telling me, Adrienne, without you I might just have kept on wondering why on earth this illustration had had more than 200 hits overnight.
Kiersten, over at Mod Mom furniture just did a post on how it is to work at home (in her case in her garage), and I thought 'yes, how absolutely true'. Everyone thinks how great it is to work at home, to be an artist, to have no one who puts pressure on you, to be able to interrupt your work to go bake a cake... and it is, really. The only problem is that I don't need anyone to put pressure on me. I can do that all on my own. Something in me pipes up every time I feel the need to go bake that cake, or to even take ten minutes off in the garden, telling me how I'm such a bum. This little voice just goes on prattling about how you have to work every minute of the day to make it in illustration, how you need to squeeze every ounce of creativity if you want to earn your money with that... and I can't help it, I just have to listen ! Horrible horrible protestant mentality. Wish I was a godless heathen.
All right, working at home is great because you get to see things like this when you take the time to look up.
James Bond and his girlfriend hope you had a good weekend.
We sure did:
Went to Montpellier to buy Vincent's birthday presents (meaning we spent a maximum of money in a minimum of time).
Went to the beach to bask in the last of that day's autumn sunlight.
Watched the rugby game with Vincent's parents and his 94-year-old grandmother, who did the running comments: "Do they really have to wear those head-protections ? I don't think they're beautiful like that..."
Look at these. One of my mothers friends gave these to me.
In the package was a lot of old linen (really old. Older than me, anyway), some hand embroidered cotton, and various kinds of lace. Some handmade, some machine made.
One of our grandmothers, actually not a real but an adopted one (that's the best kind, if you ask me) still makes lace by hand. My little sister has recently started to learn how to do that, and grandmother, who doesn't see the letters in a book ever so well these days, can see from one meter apart, when Hanna makes a mistake in her piece of lace.
'Oh, Hanna, that's a mistake you're making right there. But anyway, that's just a piece for trying out, isn't it ? You're going to open it up and do it all again afterward, right ?'
Right. Hanna has no such intentions. I wouldn't either. Every centimeter of lace made is a good centimeter.
Look at this. I will never be able to cut this to pieces. I'm using this as is.