All that is missing is a good book. We went camping this summer and I made a quick sketch of my daughter swinging happily in the hammock. It turned into this beautiful drawing. I spent a lot of time in the hammock myself, happily reading a book. A few days living in a forest is good for the soul.
Charlotte danced through the forest, her cape twirling out behind her. This is an illustration I did for a children’s story I wrote. She is a tree that comes a live. I think I started the story with the image of a tree spirit dancing through the forest with leaves and branches spinning off behind her. She is a birch tree, and her cape is made of birch bark. I love the inspiration that comes from sitting in the forest and hearing the leaves twirling and falling all around me.
When I read the IF prompt this week, I immediately thought of this oil painting I did a couple of years ago in November. Once the leaves all fall off the trees, its seems the world becomes bare and silent, waiting for the first snow to fall, even the colour is drained from the earth. I love this in-between, waiting season. And silence….inner silence as well as outer. With two small children, it is even more precious…
This is an illustration from a children’s Christmas story I wrote this season called Anna Plum Fairy. It is done with acrylic and pastel, cut out and made into a 3-D tableau. One of the phenomenon at Christmastime, is that magic it can create. Forget the madness…go for the magic!
The Illustration Friday prompt this week was “Racing.” How would it feel to race against the wind? Hair all tangled and knotted, flying through the sky, leaves spinning, wind in your face. I would feel so alive.
This is done with acrylic and pastel. I bought a book on sale at the library this week by an illustrator I admire, Bernadette Watts and wanted to try some pastel work this week.
Most transportation these days needs some keys to get started. When I thought of transportation, I not only thought of getting someplace else, but being Transported someplace else, through passion and enchantment. Nothing else enchants me more than trees. The natural world transports me to a flying, fluttering, dappled place…and here are the keys to this magical transportation…