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I've been back in the studio....

Over the past weeks I've been getting myself back into the studio.  At first I would just walk in there and look around. Perhaps open the windows and doors. Then I started to do a bit of decluttering here, some cleaning there, some rearranging somewhere else.  Short, sporadic little visits.

Then suddenly, without fanfare or planning I found myself in the studio painting some days ago.  I wanted to paint birthday gifts for some special girls in my life who celebrated their birthday over the weekend.  I had been mulling the idea over for awhile and rather agonised over the 'perfect' quote for each one.  They are twins and similar but I wanted the artworks to be personal and celebrating their indivual characters and spirits.

Miss Jade is unique and wild and lives life outside the lines. She is also vibrant and beautiful and fragile and delicate while being resilient.  So for her, I had to do a hodgepodge of wildflowers.  I notice I inadvertantly photographed the front of my black painting apron there....
Miss Lara's looks very simple but getting depth and interest into the night sky was quite the task as I'm so rusty.  I chose the 'stardust' for Lara as she has also has a magical, bright personality while also having a deep calm inside her.

I hope they like them.  Not 'great art' but full of great love.

Today, I pulled out a small A5 sketchbook, my copic markers and just made marks.  My goal is to do this daily and to not get hung up on what I have to do.  If I only get half a page done or one leaf drawn that is fine.  It's also fine to have a day where I do more than one page. I also have no rules about what it is I have to draw.  If I want to draw nature one day and buildings the next that is fine.
I'll add colour to this either later tonight or tomorrow.  Not sure whether I'll use felt pens, watercolours or my pencils.  Maybe a combination..

There you go Don and Viv......I'm slowly coming back.

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