Time or lack thereof...

Like all working mothers I struggle to find time...time to fill all the necessary demands of each day, time to finish things, get the washing done. Time for more important things like quality time with the children. But most of all I struggle with finding time for myself - time to put on make up or commit to a drawing. Nonetheless, I want to find some time just for me. I know it will make me, and consequently, everyone else, less strung out if I succeed! So I'm starting small...with 2 achievable goals in mind. Rise a little earlier for a more relaxed morning, so I may attend to myself before the kids awake. Secondly, to fit drawing, even writing, in where I can. To keep carrying my sketchbook with me so I may use 10 minutes here and there. I may not produce any great work. But I will get practice and a sense of acheivement from that alone! Just like this little vintage clock here...one of my favourite possessions gave me a sense of happiness today regardless of its flawed proportions!

A Moor Bird

Pastel on pastel sketch paper.

3 Clowns

3 clowns all in a row. Pastel and coloured pencil. This was fabulous fun to do! This drawing was made for the November challenge at The Drawing Club from an excellent reference photo.

Virtual Sketch Date - November

Last month I found the Virtual Sketch Date blog two days after the deadline and I vowed that I would take part in November. But when I saw the reference I was a little overwhelmed by the seeming complexity of it - all those branches! So my first offering was to make a simple ink sketch and colour with watercolour - I went for representation rather than detail. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it - the vivid colours of the reference reminding me of an Autumn day in Sydney when the leaves are dropping but the sky is vibrant blue and it is hot, hot, hot. Then, tonight I decided to get out the pastels and try for a more painterly offering - it was a challenge but again I loved working with this colour combo and was both surprised and pleased with the result. Thanks to all at VSD for the opportunity to join in and I am looking forward to next month!

Sketching on-site

I discovered the Urban Sketchers blog online and was instantly in awe of the talent and dedication of the contributors. Their sketches and observations inspired me to begin carrying a small sketchbook everywhere, along with various pens and coloured pencils. I have already made a few sketches on-site, seizing the precious windows of time when they come. As a mother of two who runs a fledgeling business from home with my husband time is a severely limited luxury.

Returning home from walking the kids to school there is a narrow street with a couple of enormous overhanging jacarandas, they drop their beautiful blossoms in abundance, carpeting the pavement with their soft purpleness. I stopped, crouching down and made a quick sketch. When I got home I flicked some watercolour over the top to finish.

On a recent trip to the city I had a moment to myself, waiting in the car with the heat pouring in, while my husband and brother loaded a bundle of furniture into the boot, onto the roof and all around me. Outside the car was a gorgeous tree with these stunning upside-down bellflowers in soft apricot colours and curly-wurly upturned tendrils at the base of each large bloom.

On Thursday I had the pleasure of meeting my Mum and a friend in the city for afternoon tea and a visit to an art exhibit. I felt very brave and very nervous as I seized the moment and sketched the people on the train into town. The man at the very back of the sketch was fined $200 by guards for having an invalid concession pass.

I look forward to capturing more moments when out and about.

Caught

Some time ago I returned home with my family to find a small bird caught in the tree by our front door. It was struggling frantically, hanging upside down, trapped by a bright yellow thread that had wrapped around its foot and caught on a branch. My husband untied the panicked bird and escaped being bitten.

At the time I was going through a somewhat challenging emotional journey so the event had quite an impact and the image is still very solid in my mind. I thought I would attempt to record the incident on paper so I just grabbed the pastels and drew very quickly. I'm not thrilled with the result but it was a very good exercise and it felt good to draw without an immediate reference point.

An old photograph

I found an old photograph of my daughter, all crumpled at the base of my handbag. She would have been around one year old and it was not a particularly flattering shot. For some reason I was compelled to attempt a quick sketch. I used a charcoal pencil and was quite pleased with the result. Her expression and loose baby features were quite a challenge.

The means not the end...

I told my mother today that I was happy because I was drawing again. I should have been prepared for the response. 'And what are you going to draw?' she asked. 'Well, anything, everything and nothing,' I said. 'I just want to draw and to get better at drawing.' She looked impatient. 'Yes, but what are you going to do with it?" she insisted. I gave her a look. 'I mean what are you going to draw?" Again, I said that what I drew wasn't important. But she was really getting agitated. 'Well, do you want to do something like that?' she asked, indicating her abstract painting from Target. "You can do something like that for my wall."

I don't think so.

No thanks, I said quite firmly. I don't want to do anything for anyone's wall. I just want to draw quietly for myself, for the act of it and for the peace it brings. And it is good to know that.

I came home and made this quick sketch of my husband at the computer on one of our very, very narrow antique chairs.