Monthly Archives: July 2018

Hope.

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Omg summer.

Stretching out forever. Summer holidays have arrived for my lot. No school for six weeks and the sun is shining.

Breathe the free air Evie. Breathe it in.

Golden.

First summer in decades. Yellow grass, blue skies and screaming swifts in the sky. It’s utterly wonderful. Feel like an ice cube thawing out.

Weird.

Little sketchbooks.

I’ve found solace in my sketchbook throughout my life. In my childhood a means of play and expression. In my teens, a bolt hole from reality into which I would have most readily jumped in feet first and not looked back.
I rekindled my sketchbook habit back in 2010 when I was in my familiar black hole and needed to escape.
This comfort and silence. A non judging welcoming page, the smell and touch of crisp paoer. The sound of pen gently scratching lines that fill and dance through endless space.
I draw through line, space filled with cluttered thoughts and ideas. I am a drawer.

Be brave, come dream and make marks.

Feather mangler.

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Runs with the kitties.

Lovely to see Gruff with his newest playmate outside together chasing grass blades and toy mice.

To think she was unwanted when you see her play with such joy.

Two gentle friends enjoying just being free.

Sea swim.

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