Tag: doodle

the other side of the folds


The other side of day / page 40 had folds already in place from which to make structure.

These created rectangles in which to hold doodles.

It was another page that spilled into its neighbour, repeated shapes formed along the far edge along with inky grass-green spillage and over spray.

Coming together as a whole, like this.

Another Monday Thing

This Monday’s thing was folding.I like the way that colors puddle and travel along the folds.

(I say that like every Monday has a special ‘thing’. It doesn’t. I am fond of Mondays though.)

It’s popular to have a strong dislike for Mondays. They signify the end of the weekend (which we are supposed to enjoy) and the start of the working week (which we are not)

But I like Mondays. I guess cos I don’t bear a huge grudge against working. I like the feel of ‘starting over’ that Monday’s have.

But it would surely be a dull world if we all felt the same way bout stuff 😉

Home of the gunk bird


In all the fun of creating Gunk Bird I forgot to show you page he landed in!

The hairy/fluffy paper leftovers from the page before set the scene

Cut out shapes echoed in white pen

Gold foil blended in with copper acrylic paint

Moments in the process

There is often a stage in the process where I look at the page and think WTF? What is going on? It might fly off on a tanget, or it might develop recognizably from here. But until it does, I have no way of telling…

Pushing on from this point gets easier every time. Like this…


Beginning the page with Black Gesso, some white writing and doodling. Tissue paper for texture.


Building up the shapes with slices of dyed envelopes


And some splashing – I used Dr Martin’s Bombay inks and some dilute acrylic paints.

And left to dry…


…to doodle on…


…and on…

to this! 😀

upside-down-ery

hole-punch holes make for old fashioned typewriter key style letters

I love the way ideas and moods will just flip upside down sometimes.


From a sure and steady point, no warning, suddenly everything is reversed, inside-outed. Its own antithesis.


Yesterday was strong and richly toned, uncoordinated, bloated with opulence and excess.


Today has a muted, balmy calm behind knotty labyrinthine lines.

Tomorrow? we’ll have to wait and see! 😉

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