Page 18

Medium: watercolour

Text reads:

they just shuffled around
the people seemed to be shut away
the world was different

Page 17

Medium: watercolour, pen and ink

Text reads:

the water was dripping
a naked soul
on an endless day

Page 16

Medium: watercolour, pen and ink.

Text reads:

the flying fish landed.

It has been a while

Nearly a year since I last posted...or indeed worked in any of the three altered text books that I was doing. I had forgotten completely about two of them.
Still, striking whilst this particular iron is warmish..I decided to get on with them.
Below are the four pages done from Making It Up.
I think I may well start separate blogs for the other two, not sure yet.
I really would like to finish at least one of them, so here's hoping that putting them on a blog, or several, will spur me on.
:o)

this year was different

pastels and pen

text reads:

this year was different
She was going to be much better.

experience excitement

gouache and marker pen

text reads:

experience excitement

A great bowl of sea and sky, with them in the middle.

Everyone was having a high old time.

she played after dark

acrylics and gouache

text reads:

she played after dark

there was a moon rippling away into the distance

she liked to feel the wind

floating letters

Gouache and lettering.

text reads:

a chance to be nothing
much to be desired
floating letters

she could conjure spells

Watercolour pencils

text reads:

she could conjure spells, But had begun to feel a bit strange

She spoke in some disturbing way and had other voices
and actually had a dragon

insistent nature

Watercolour pencils and artists pens.

Text reads:

insistent nature was likely to turn yellow and scarlet

she slept under scarlet
endless day yellow
she a picture, white and red

a smile

Gouache and pen

Text reads:

a smile could get through the ridiculous

it had been all good
the best she could remember

sharp images in her bones.

her creation lovely

Conté Pastel Pencils

Text reads:

her creation lovely
a beautiful woman with a place she loved

she could imagine heaven was always now.

we teach the old word

Gouache and pen.
Text reads :

we teach the old word
we say nothing
we were all friends

she loved the earth

Mmm I really like this one.


Watercolour, gouache and pen.

Text reads:

she loved the earth

she had art and words

she was wild and she had a particular mentality
but
peace was felt