what dreams may ...

finally coming round to using up vintage images scraps

as a matter of a tiny project, and to keep the creative stream streaming, i found myself cutting and pasting early last week, all the while wondering where it would lead me. well, it lead me up the hill! 
geraardsbergen, oudenberg, kapel

i remember feeling at crossroads with myself, dilly-dallying, so next i saw myself cutting into vintage flower images. because i needed a hill of grass land, really. and so. 

detail on its side from manneken pis (see below)

before long i felt on a roll, thinking up local scenery, asking myself, can i cut it, and next meaningfully piecing small snippets together. because i can only do this when i have an objective. 
geraardsbergen, oudenberg, chapel and pond
like, perhaps, framing an image in my camera? i don't know. the details are leading me, and there it is, a stylized image that makes me quite ecstatic indeed, seemingly popping up from, well, where?  
geraardsbergen, manneken pis in progress
as a means of distraction, this cutting and pasting does a fine enough trick, offering almost instantaneous gratification (not counting the hours). i'm always in for variation. now, am i looking at greeting cards, i wonder?

the sickness of the body is the cure of the mind *

my tiniest painting palette
i believe there's nothing more challenging in our daily lives than keeping the wheel turning when we're not feeling up to it. since an in-house move at work december last, it's been rough riding in more than one way.

zottegem railway station underpass
winter can be bleak but light, but ours wasn't that. apart from aforementioned professional changes, needing ample adjusting, we've been sailing the tumultuous seas of head colds and unpleasant flus. yes. plural. 

a new diversion. collage
and one can try to hold one's head high, which is always preferable. at a certain point the heavy chin will just stay put on the body and more than a good night's sleep is needed to get it back up. 

my old paint tubs and starting a greetings card...
okay. that's where we're at. i don't find it easy, being ill. i don't find the admitting easy, and i certainly don't find the sweating it out easy. i get bored so easily when the dynamics are missing... 

... for mum, who turned 93... ☺
but. it's true. in between hot teas, light toast, power (well) naps and watching a few films that were awaiting me patiently, i can dedicate precious time to drawing. one can even draw while lying down, i've found!

have a beautiful germ free ☻ weekend, and enjoy your week ahead ♥
* would you believe it? i love that basque proverb!

must have fun

doll's dresses... i can see these on wrapping paper, right? 
where does it come from, my sudden urge to draw doll's dresses? i never even wondered, but just went ahead and used research to draw some dresses up and clothe them on a vignette blob. 

painting blobs is such an addictive thing to do, much like gelli plating (patrice?)
where does the vignette blobbing come from, i don't know that either, frankly. i've for a long time loved all things small and tiny, maybe it's the right and proper size for me? so painting blobs is just mere fun. 

sunday morning breakfast counter doodling
because, that i do know : creating must be fun. i've been giving myself a hard time already over the fall exhibition, losing the plot even, until i realized, i just need to have fun while doing whatever it is i will be doing. 

my prep wall in the studio. oi, long way to go. but! no worries
i am showing a tid bit here, but all of this can still change towards the dates. i don't mind staying close to the exhibition theme (baking), but i might just stray from it just as well. i should not forget to have fun. 

have a beautiful end of the weekend and a brilliant week ahead. ♥

how many lives does one need?

pushing scraps of paper around and trying for some sense
it's coming and going, this life and all of its contents. i found myself on cross roads last week, but monday brings new industry, i guess. 

bullet journal page, unfinished
i find virtual reality overwhelming at the best of times, so i wonder, you know, where we're heading, but i'm guessing also that is rather a rhethorical question. 

pushing paint around
i found my calm in painting today. rather i pushed paint around, muddling grey and white and ochre, which threw me onto gold, almost. with a bit of imagination. aimless painting is therapy.  

bullet journal february weather page, look at that sun a-shining!
i've been wondering if i should have taken up languages in university, way back, and if i should have further mastered in psychology and filosophy. or tried, he.

bullet journal page, unfinished
which simply brings me back, once more, to you, guys, popping in and out, sharing frustration and exaltation. when i walk the streets, and people literally walk into me, insult me... 

pushing paint around
i look upon this personal community of which, you reader, are an important part, i am so glad and happy to have found you and let's just stay the way we are. i'm happy with just the one glad person. ☺

my weekend post didn't happen! so here i am, monday late afternoon, studio hours well spent. have a beautiful week ♥

preferably not getting my knickers in a twist

brussels, office days' lunch walk
in between next month's travel preps and keeping creative on a daily basis, i am also tending the parttime office job, as ever, and walking round, looking and wondering, also as ever. it's a fair combo that suits me.

no, no, no... this isn't my renovation, although i wish...
there's one backdrop, i don't get anything on the house (renovation) done. not.an.iota. i wish that i would, sometimes i even think i could, but then something else pops up. i'm gonna need me some attention to that. 

painting table
which makes me wonder, also, whether it'd be an idea to office work more hours and simply get the builders in on the extra dosh i'd generate that way? it's not the simplest option, but it might be bingo in the long run. 

cemetery glass house
i'd love to live in a house that's fully finished for once (and for ever). the trouble with half finishings is that you don't notice the fissures as such anymore, but they are there and they do get on my knickers.

one for good luck ☻
anyway. now that it's been called, a solution can burst in. in the meantime, there's a {spring!} world changing outside, bursting into flames even, as long as the sun gets invited. i'm up for it, are you's? 

getting warmed up a little on collaging, one early insomniac morning...
rummaging 'round the studio, thinking up big ideas for the september venue, trying them out, breathing in, breathing out... it's all so much more exciting than running round plastering and painting walls, innit? 

enjoy the weekend. have a fun week. keep the sun hanging ♥