I am really trying to keep up with the 'one drawing a day'. Its a kind of five minutes of meditation, and a visual diary. Just as certain pieces of music or scents instantly transport you back to where you were when you heard or smelt them, drawings do the same thing. I have all my old drawing books right back to art college, and not only do the early ones smell of College of Art in the 70's, each drawing takes me straight to where I was and what was happening when I made it.
Here are the first few from my current book- memories in the making.
I have also been doing some drawing with the sewing machine- little cactus brooches which are now for sale in the lovely Handmade Happiness shop in Petersfield:
http://jenny-handmadehappiness.blogspot.co.uk/
Here they are posing beside the real succulents on my windowsill. I like to look at the cactus's miniature rhythmic patterns when the rest of the garden is out of hand in its even-more-than-usually dishevelled August state. August must be my least favourite month, and I'm glad its over. Too hot (this year!), and there is the constant thought that one should be making the most of the weather outside. I'm looking forward now to lighting the stove and getting back to the sewing machine.
