She waits on her bed. The sun streaming through the window and hitting the duvet making the simple faded flowers dance with colour. Softly a tear tracks down her cheek and drops onto her hand. She doesn't make a move to stop it. Just sits like a stone, not moving. Inside she feels nothing. Inside… Continue reading Good Goodbyes
I finally finished the portrait. This is 'Morrow and she is an A3 pencil drawing.
When I was studying a while back I traveled to a hot country for some work experience. And when I say hot I mean that as you stepped out of the plane the heat hit you like physical force. I'd never felt anything like it. I love the cold. I love open fires and hot… Continue reading Beginnings
My first crush was the boy next door... Well, okay he wasn't actually next door but opposite. His name? Bob, let's call him Bob. I was about fifteen and happy with myself. I didn't use make-up and I worked on a farm. The family house was in the suburbs and every day my parents would… Continue reading Crushed
That was the question that flowed around my mind this afternoon. I haven't picked up a paintbrush in six years. Today I did. And the result is nowhere near finished but I am pleased. It looks like it will be a fairly decent painting... At least I hope it is going to be. This will… Continue reading Painting – is it like riding a bike?
That's it. Completed. The last CE marked toys have just left and I am now able to do whatever I want. The workshop has been tidied and is empty of work... Give me a minute to get a load of stuff out and I'm sure it will look as it did before. Tomorrow I will… Continue reading Tired Now
Yesterday someone actually asked my to draw something for publication! The Lampeter Review has asked for a portrait of Dylan Thomas. This year is the 100th anniversary of his birth and here in Wales there are a number of celebrations. No money has exchanged hands but the publicity will be good. Now all I have… Continue reading My first illustration commission!
I'm not meant to be blogging today... But here I am in a break with a cup of tea typing away. I think I must be addicted to flash fiction. Without posting a story I get a twitch...
I thought when I got older that chores would become a thing of the past. Something you look back on with remembrance and a smile. I find everything can be smiled at once you look back. "Kate, can you wash up?""Sure," I'd say. I have never had an issue with washing-up. On the chore list it… Continue reading Chores…
I am trying to close the business. The soft toys will be gone on Monday. But there is a back-log. The result is that I have no time for anything; from blogging, to writing, to drawing. And it is driving me nuts. I am so frustrated that I want to throw everything in the air… Continue reading A pear-shaped situation