journal

Where did September go?

Before autumn cools things down a bit, something tropical looking to share…

We are stitched together from fragments—torn edges, scraps, masks. The sketchbook shows only pieces, but grace sees the whole face.

The lake was busy with light, the grasses busy with wind, but the boat sat quiet against the shore. There is a gift in this tension: to be held still while everything moves, to be carried without effort, to find rest in the very heart of motion.

As it says, with narwhals.

Hungry for Japanese cuisine and literature, are we?

And so September and Autumn begins…

Rest in power Ozzy Osbourne!

Narwhal flavours, washi tape as always and a cheeky Cymera sticker to start my current sketchbook… this one entitled “All Fishes Are Weird”. One way to kill time during delays getting back home on the train back from London yesterday!

Mushrooms, moons and squids… also known as, the usual suspects.

…or rainbows!

Palm Pals tribute time! My subject approves :-)

Another bus doodle I started last night, paused on, and finished up the moment I woke up… typical Thursday, I suppose.

Started the day off the best way!

Christmas octopus time!

My newest muse… Oliver Octopus! :-)

And that concludes the current sketchbook!

It is what is, as they say.

Reflecting on things during my last week of being 30…

Into the Spring Equinox and Easter we go!

One last drawing for 2023… see you all on the other side!

Journaling was frustrating so... ghost dog

Mealtime for hammerheads.

They tend to be, well most of the time...

And so concludes another sketchbook of mine!

It is what it is, as they say...

A spot of Henri Cartier-Bresson’s wisdom always gets me by... :-)

As it should be!

Prospects for this month that’s not long started? Here’s hoping!