I’ve realised in the last week, that infact, I do some regular ‘art journaling’. I keep a journal for my little one and because she can’t read it obviously, I do a lot of almost cartoon-like scribbles throughout, just to keep her entertained. It will always have much more writing than drawings, but lately thanks to my new found interest in art journals, I’ve started making the sketches more elaborate, more an actual record than a funny memory. I may not keep that up, but for now I’m trying. Here’s some of the more recent scribbles.
Meanwhile I don’t yet have the guts to do this in public, but I’m making time to sketch every day and enjoying myself more and more. Here are some fragrant TubeRoses gifted by an old school friend who has now moved to the USA. She dropped by for a short visit, but a lovely, nostalgic one.
Morning coffee. I discovered my precious new Lamy pen didn’t have waterproof ink after all! I also discovered that, probably because I draw so much from memory and imagination, I don’t actually “look” as much and as carefully as I should. I observed for the first time that that chair back was rounded, not rectangular! (when did that happen!!) and that the mug pattern was little triangles on the top, and bumps on the bottom. Yes, this is really teaching me to notice more. On the right… there’s no child as enchanting as a a sleeping child.
Homework before school, in the morning with breakfast. And finally, how could I not commemorate the Mumbai bomb blast victims. This from the newspaper of course. What sick minds think up these things?