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The title for this one was inspired by a remark the DJ Marc Riley made on his BBC 6 Music show earlier in the week. Couldn’t resist getting inspired! As we self-isolate and/or minimise going out unless we feel the absolute need to, as Freddie of the Mercury once sang, “radio, someone still loves you ❤️”

Wednesday wind-down time! Took a wander to my local coffee shop and came back with this. A job well done I’d say :)

My process in a nutshell, more or less!

For the love of Frankie

Assortment of drawing I have done while at work when nights are slow. I have done more but I usually give them away.

I overheard the term ‘feeding the muse’ after what felt like an age and two halves at some point this week, so I figured I’d utilise it as a source of inspiration (and corrupt it in the name of art) somehow...

My mother actually used to say this to me and my brothers when we asked her to do something while she was in the midst of doing something else...Magic marker, then worked in Photoshop.

A prime example of why I never became the next Robert Crumb....High school, late 1970's

At this point in time this was a damn good drawing of one of my hapless algebra teachers. I actually remember doing it in class since paying attention never mattered much for me anyway. Good guy.

Pen and ink on card stock 8.5x11

Ripped from the pages of my School Of Visual Arts sketchbook and pasted onto black cardboard . Late 1980's....probably 1989.

Not really Keith Richards or Ronnie Wood but...either would do. Technical pen on 18x24 illustration board. I was buying a lot of illustration board back then...Late 70's?

Inspired by a recent camping I undertook with a few close friends of mine. Grand times had by all!

Crafted with some assistance from the Blackout Poetry Generator, developed by Max Kreminski.

The dark side is strong with this one again.

Something spontaneous(ish), as usual.

A tribute to Leith in Edinburgh, a place that never stops inspiring me for allsorts of reasons.

My husband has a chronic illness and frequently spends weeks in the hospital. I have been doodling each day while sitting with him and many of them reflect my thoughts at the time. Often appearing are desperation, hope, frustration, sarcasm, fear.

Well, it all had to start somewhere didn’t it?

This shambling creature haunts the fetid marshlands and is a protector of the birds and beasts who reside there. He's ancient, the last of his kind and a gentle soul who would much rather hide under the sticky mud than come face to face with a stranger.

6 x 6 inch acrylic

I've started a new mixed media sketchbook. Which is often times unexplainably daunting. To get over it I just dive in with lots of color. Then the fun begins.

'Chasing Wormholes' 2017 Sketchbook. Coffee and Ink. @ Ania Pawlik 2017

Sketchbook, coffee and ink and more time to observe nature around us...

Pencil drawing of a rabbit.

'Inside galaxy' ...and spring in my sketchbook 2019. Coffee, inks. @ ANIA PAWLIK 2019

The sketchbook doodle that turned into something special. To this day, it’s still one of my favourite drawings. Pencil, Charcoal Pencil, Pastel Pencils on 9” x 12” Strathmore Archival Sketchbook Paper.

Working on tan paper. If you'd like to see my process there's a video of me painting this over on my Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9jc-09Sjzs

A mix of watercolor and India ink held together with some fun doodle motifs.