Our House in the Middle of Our Street
I seem to go through seasons of focusing on a different creative activity. Sometimes there are flurries of photography shoots worthy of blogging about. Other times of the year, I am up to my ears in flowers and foam, and can’t stop taking photos of petals and blooms and brides. At the moment, I’m swimming in a sea of illustration requests. My watercolours are constantly busy and I regularly have to wash the inside of my hands of smudges from my HB pencil. I love working with a good Staedtler Noris pencil. Or one of those cheap 0.5 pencils from Staples for more delicate work. Nothing fussy, just the ones that we used to use at school.
So this week, it’s been a mix of illustrating an Easter picture, a Wedding invitation, a family tree that dates back to the 1500′s, a Bible story, a book about balloons and a book about a Mummy and a Daddy and a chocolate bar. Ooh mysterious that I’m not giving any more details yet…
This illustration is one of my own choice, rather than a commission. I live at the end of a little row of terraces. Sweet little houses in Durham, two up two down. We have a great community in our little houses, mainly due to the design of the old fashioned miners cottages with friendly gardens in front of the houses. Tomorrow, two friends leave one of the houses, and two other friends are set to leave soon after. Two friends left in September from another house and well, it may be possible at some point we might leave too. So as a little leaving present and memory, I’ve painted our little row which I’ve printed as a gift for my neighbours; my close-by friends! We will miss you, and our neighbourhood community.
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