52 Weeks of drawing my stuff. Week Two

Week Two

Here it is, a little late.

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This little donkey stands at roughly 2 inches high. He arrived at the studio as a stowaway. I bought an old battered, hand painted tin from a junk shop just around the corner. It caught my eye – I collect tins-but was more than I wanted to pay really. I’d been window shopping on my way back to the studio. But then came the hard sell. The shop owner worked really hard at pointing out all the lovely hand painted quirkiness of the tin. He opened it up and discovered the bonus of a little donkey inside. I didn’t want the donkey. What was I going to do with a donkey. He was putting everything into this sale, it must have been a quiet day so far. How could I walk away? There was no-one else in the shop. I opened my purse and rummaged to find some money.

The tin does get used. It’s full of art journal prompt cards. The donkey stands guard on the bookshelf. I haven’t even given him a name….. I feel bad about that.

52 weeks Week two

It’s only the second blimin’ week and haven’t drawn my thing!

My excuse.

I haven’t been in the studio all week.

I was ill.

It rained lots.

I had other stuff on.

Monday! I’ll do it Monday!

Here’s something else instead.

Happy weekend folks.

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Typical studio still life. Stuff.

52 weeks of drawing

I finally decided what my 52 week project will be. After much procrastinating and many ideas I knew I needed to choose the project that would feel like creative play. My  default distracted doodling is hand lettering and simple line drawing. Drawing is something I always wish I did more of so that is my project.

But what to your? I considered buildings, new characters, chickens…… all things I like to draw but I settled on my very first idea.

Every week I will draw something from my studio clutter. The real life studio still life that surrounds me. I will also write a little bit about how it came to be in the studio.

So here goes.

52 weeks of drawing my clutter

Week one

Snazaroo

Snazaroo

I’m not sure which dressing up event I first bought this bottle of spirit gum for, most likely it was for attaching a moustache to one of the kids faces. It will have arrived at the studio in the big chest of drawers when the studio moved from home. At some point the bottled has fallen over and the super sticky gum has leaked out. Rhinestones are now stuck fast to the side of the tiny empty bottle. The last time I used it was to fix hairy moles to my face for bookgroup. I was Ruth from Lives and Loves of a She-Devil. I turned up to the alehouse with my newly attached hairy facial accessories and frumpy floral frock and freaked everyone out a little. No one else had dressed up that night. I got some odd looks through the window.

Do I keep this tiny jewel encrusted empty bottle.

 

 

52 Weeks

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I am going to start a 52 week project.

I need discipline and deadlines.

I also want it to be creative play as such.

Something I always say I’ll do but then the week passes by and I add it to the following weeks to do list.

I thought of an idea.

Then I thought of another.

Then it escalated and as usual I was flying with my idea right up into the realms of unrealistic.

So I deflated the balloon a little and drifted back to reality.

Then I started to think up sensible ideas, business like practical ideas.

So I got out my notebook and started to scribble down my growing collection of 52 week ideas.

I went to sleep.

I’ll procrastinate a little more before I decide on my 52 week project.

A new start

A new year seems like a good time to start afresh. For some time I have felt that Fat Hen And Flo has needed a face lift so to speak. Over time my creative style, output, makings or whatever it is I actually do has evolved and grown and become a different thing from where I first started. It is still me, in fact it is more me. Perhaps a braver me, less inclined to be swayed by others or more confident in my own voice. It is still Fat Hen And Flo but in a different way and needed a name and look that better suited my scribblings of today. So welcome to FHAF (this is what I’ve always called it so it seemed natural and fitting  – I so often am FHAFing in the studio…………

This is the new blog, new logo, new shorter domain. New start.

Happy day ahead folks.

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