What weather we are having! Have you seen the map?! Kris said today that if we didn’t have a boat, he’d start building one today. It thundered and bucketed down all night…our two dinghies were brimful of water, and only the foam chambers kept them from sinking to the bottom of the creek.
Hope everyone’s doing all right over Queensland way? The flooding has been quite terrible.
I doodled this in just a few minutes this morning, using my non-dominant (in my case, left,) hand—have you tried this? It works surprisingly well. There are even some popular books about drawing this way. It’s like your brain (i.e. the ego) tries to control what you’re doing, but because your non-dominant hand isn’t used to the task at all, it ignores the brain’s ideas of what the drawing should look like, and just draws what the eye can see. You have less expectations, drawing this way, too—hence you are more relaxed, more open to happy accidents, more accepting of your own work. Whenever I draw this way, I end up with a drawing that is less self-conscious, less what I think the subject looks like and more like the actual subject—it’s from a photo plus some pressed specimens of , I think, some wild Cineraria spp. that grew weed-like and vigorously at Silaga (El Nido, Palawan).
Book 895 is a bit pale, all soft and pastel-ey, at least in reality. The photos I took don’t do it justice—this dark, bruised-sky weather makes photographing things in ‘natural light’ a pain in the ass…so these flowers are probably still a touch over-saturated, the actual journal is softer, gentler.
Book 896 came out a bit better, taken today during a brief lull when a hole opened up in the clouds and some watery, thin sunlight came through. The colors on this one really do look like this: more saturated, the stencilled leaves are shades of bluey-green with hints of metallic paint, and the flowers look like lollipops.
I’m trying to get things set up so that it doesn’t take me a fortnight to make a couple of journals…but I don’t like cutting corners, either, so hmm, yes, in a bit of a dilemma. I’ll never manage to support myself at this rate! The embroidery is the bottleneck, I realize, but without the embroidery, they really aren’t Allium flowers at all. So until I find a solution that makes everybody mostly happy, I’ll stick to what I know…so back to the steely silence of the embroidery hoop in the corner!
When I was young, and in my prime,
You see how well I spent my time;
And by my stitches you may see
What care my parents took of me…
- Nine Dead And 66 Missing In Queensland Flood (news.sky.com)