explorations in creativity
I was fortunate enough to spend the first three weeks of the Get Messy Season of Freedom on a tropical beach holiday in Barbados and Antigua. I wanted to pack light so I took with me a single slim sketchbook to act as a written diary and art journal combined. I also brought with me …
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Hands circling, gathering the ancient air, my mother folds the twilight into night. * * * I created the background for this piece during a wonderful online art session this afternoon with some of my friends from Get Messy. Both the colours and the use of Jewish imagery were very much influenced by the paintings of …
What is home to you? I recently started an online art journaling course with Juliana Coles of the Institute For Extreme Journalism. The course is called Inititation and it feels like the perfect vehicle for diving deeper with my art journaling exploration. This question comes from one of our first assignments. One of the things I …
When I was a girl, I spent the summers with my grandparents in Dublin, Ireland. My brothers stayed at my dad's parents while me and my sister stayed at my mum's parents. I loved it there and it's a place that has already featured in several of my comics. At the back of the main garden, with its beautiful …
No canvas absorbs colour like memory - Robert Aris Willmott It's Season of Art 101 over at Get Messy and this week we're playing around with acrylics. I had so much fun creating my own strange palette. It's amazing the associations that colours hold. This palette could be a poem, a story, a biography. Alternately each colour's name could be a …
Your Bobba embroidered that tablecloth with a rainbow of fire, showed the world she was more than just a simple country girl. Years ago you gave it to your sister, thinking her the collector of heirlooms, thinking you - Lady of Zen - could live without a past. Now, whether you like it or not, …
* * * I remember that morning in Long Beach, sitting on the crossbar of my dad's bike, the two of us carried through time by the sun and the wind. * * *
A single day. A single hour. A single second. This week, in Comics: Art in Relationship, our task was to explore the ways in which the same six panels could portray different stretches of time. For such an exploration, memories of summer holidays at my grandparents' house in Dublin seemed like the perfect subject matter. This is the house I go …
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