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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.

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Horror.

Evie loves fluffy and Evie loves all things cute. She also loves animals, Roman history stories and dinosaurs.

Her new love is writing horror stories and illustrating them. I’ve bought her a book so she can keep her creepy collection together.

Blank stares.

Millie is a day dreamer, Myles is one, I’m one too. I’d never tell her not too, I get my best ideas after a good old stare into space.
dreaming

Art School.

New Page!

Ooh look a page full of drawings from the past week, enjoy!

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