Not much writing, lots of painting. I have really enjoyed these:
He frightened the garden birds away.
Birds of all sorts are a bit of an artistic passion. Then there are hawks. I have no facility to keep a hawk here in the city, no experience and not much in the way of knowledge; but I have loved falconry ever since I was little. I have been lucky enough to go hunting…
We are taking part in Sherwood Art Week again next month. Tim is framing up photographs and I am felting miniatures and framing up larger pictures ready to go. It is a lot of fun making these. But we could do with a decent workshop.
The final picture has brewed for over a year, from the quick ink sketch to playing with Gouache. There is also a short attempt at words to go with it. With a flick of a wing feather, the raven threw the daylight up. He threw the all of it; the tightknit, rolled up, scrunched…
Playing with some ideas for a series of small drawings called the story collectors. It should fit with Hugin and Munin
To get my pencils and paper out and finish telling the story.