mayday
i've been feeling kind of quiet this week. i've been enjoying all of the buds on the trees and dreaming up all kinds of things i want to draw and create, but have been feeling spare on words.
(this new gocco print came from of paper and thread - isn't it lovely? i rearranged some of my favorite things around it because i like it so much.)
my house is getting a new roof this week. while this is a very exciting and much needed happening + i am happy to see the old one go, trying to get any artwork done at home has been a bit of a challenge - it feels a bit like being a hamster inside a cage with lots of men peering in on you through the windows. ((oh hi! you're looking in on me in my bathroom, which has lovely shades but crap for privacy! i was thinking of -oh i don't know - peeing, but now i think i...won't. okay.)) this morning i woke up and felt a lot like i was a tennis ball inside a giant dryer, with cyclical thumping on all parts of the house. oh, and there's the excellent music that they've been playing all week ive gotten to enjoy: i've heard barracuda at least four times already. at a nice loud volume. i love some heart here and there, but at 7am? the persistant beat of barracuda is a lot like the thumping on the roof.
i've been drawing a bunch, because it's portable and i can do it anywhere. like coffee shops, with bathrooms. :)















