52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 24…..but who’s counting!

fhaf 52 blog suitcase web

This battered old brown suitcase came from my Mum’s house.

The faint monogram are not initials I recognise.

My Grandad was a dustman. He died before I was born.

My Mum was often the drop off point for the PTA jumble sale.

It is likely this case came into my family after being cast out elsewhere.

I wonder about the owner of the monogrammed case.

Who they were and where they journeyed with this tiny case.

It now lives in my studio filled with books and pens.

My portable nest of creative comfort.

 

Prints available here

52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 23

fhaf knife web

 

A beautiful bone handled knife.

It mostly sits in the drawer beneath my sewing machine.

A multi purpose studio tool.

Screwdriver, opener, scraper.

Judging by the slight gunkiness of the end

I suspect a glue spreader at some point too.

My kitchen drawer is full of these at home.

There they are used daily.

As knives.

 

Prints available here

52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 22

fhaf vintage cards web

 

I love card games.

Portable instant fun.

Nearly always easy to learn.

I have lots of old packs of playing cards.

I love the artwork.

I love the battered edges pointing to a game well loved and often played.

I started gathering them with the intention of using them in artwork.

I can’t quite bring myself to use them if the pack is complete.

I chuckle at the thought of beating my neighbours……..

 

Prints available here

52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 21

fhaf plug blog

 

I run an art club in school.

They don’t have any plugs in the art room.

It’s a brand new school. Why no plugs?

I fill a sink with warm soapy water.

The kids think this is the greatest thing.

I am never short of washing up volunteers.

Never underestimate the humble plug.

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52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 20

fhaf tin blog lo res copy

 

I collect old tins.

Vintage tins.

Pretty tins.

Battered and scratched, well-used tins.

This one is home to some tiny black buttons.

I used them as eyes on a character I make.

Some tins still contain whatever the previous owner stored in there.

 

Prints available here

52 weeks of drawing my stuff. Week 13 and 14

Playing catch up. Two weeks at once.

Week 13

fhaf tape blog lo res

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 10

fhaf 52001

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 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 Two

Week Two

Here it is, a little late.

52 weeks week2

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 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.