52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 15.

fhaf beach treasure lo res blog

Beach treasure.

A measure of some sort.

Weathered and worn.

Obscured lettering and beautiful patina.

I wonder where it’s journey started.

What was it used for.

Before it was picked up from a beach in Maine.

Then sent to me by my dearest friend.

To sit on my studio shelf.

 

Prints available here.

 

 

52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 13 and 14

Playing catch up. Two weeks at once.

Week 13

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My son found 17cm of a tape measure.

He brought it home for me.

He thought I’d like it.

He was right.

It’s pinned to my studio wall.

Better than diamonds.

*this is probably my favourite drawing to date.

Prints available here

Week 14

fhaf bells lo res blog

I use falconry bells as doggy bells at home.

My gorgeous dog Beau rings them when she needs to go out.

At the studio she thinks they are ‘let’s go play’ bells.

I’d never get any work done.

They sit redundant on the side.

 prints available here

52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 12

I missed a few weeks. Pesky kids and school holidays.

I’ll try to catch up.

fhaf brush blog

A brush. Not just any brush.

My Isinis brush. The best brush for smoothing over backcombing.

I’ve had this over twenty years.

Essential for creating awesome beehive hairdos.

I brought this in to the studio to show my then studio neighbour how to create big hair for her wedding day.

When I was done I picked up a can and sprayed it liberally. The smell was familiar yet not like the hairspray I’d brought with me.

Oops, wrong can. There were no flies on her that day!

 

Prints available here

 

52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week11.

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A shell sits on the shelf.

Most likely arrived at the studio in one of my son’s pockets.

A small boy’s treasure.

It now sits amongst my beach treasure, some from as far away as Belfast, Maine.

It might one day be reclaimed but more likely is that it will become another small boy’s, or girl’s, treasure.

Until that time it will sit quietly on the shelf.

52 Weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 10

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A pot of random stuff gathering dust on my desk.

A decoupaged Bournville tin.

Hand stamped mantra.

A knackered paintbrush.

Two pens.

A pipe cleaner rose from my son.

A long needle with a bent end in a cardboard wrap.

I’ve no idea of it’s use.

One of many pots filled with stuff around my studio.

 

 

52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 9

52 weeks Week 9

Marmite.

Love it or hate it.

The expiry date on this is JUN14.

It was hidden under stuff on a shelf.

If ever I am trapped for a long period of time in the studio I will survive on this.

It is still that deep glossy brown.

It hasn’t been contaminated by bread crumby knives and such.

Marmite.

 

Prints available here

52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 8

52 weeks week 8

I bought this coffee pot and two cups in a charity shop. Quite a while ago.

It was so pretty.

It’s made by Meakin.

When I first moved into my studio I made a pot of tea each morning….in my coffee pot.

I sat in my then quite empty studio and began each day by drinking tea and drawing my cup of tea. Sometimes I drew my breakfast too.

I wish I had a croissant to draw (eat) today.

croissant

 

 

52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 5 & 6

Because I’m behind and it was half term I did two.

Week five

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Pointed red pepper. I munch on these all the time on the studio. I have to remember to check in the mirror before I go out. I often have a big clown like red stained smile. This one didn’t get eaten and then I was away for a few days with kid lurgies and stuff. It’s slowly shriveling on my desk in the warm sun. I sometimes ponder on the slowness of certain fruits or veggies to decay and worry about what kind of embalming toxins were added to keep them fresh. I’ll enjoy the slow beauty of decay as I didn’t get to eat this whilst it was crunchy and delicious. This is, I think, the first pointed red pepper to be wasted. We all gobble them up like crazy pepper loving fools.

Week six

As it was half term I didn’t draw my stuff, instead I drew stuff I did. It was a random day full of irony and futility.

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P.S. I’ve spotted my spelling mistake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

52 weeks of drawing my stuff Week four

52 weeks week 4

A few years ago, maybe four or five, I was browsing in Barnardo’s charity shop. There on the shelf lay a bag of threads. Deep earthy colours wrapped around long cardboard tubes. I was doing a lot more sewing at that time. At 99p they had to be mine. I wasn’t sure what type of thread it was or its intended use, I still don’t. But it was thread. Wound on long tubes. Some almost empty. Some fat with silky thread untouched. They were pretty. They sit on the shelf in my studio. Maybe one day they’ll find themselves back in the charity shop. Not yet though. I still harbour intentions to use them……one day……on some sort of stitchery thing.