
This is a drawing I did in brush texta, metallic pen and colour pencil. I always like to mix my media.
The second one is the same drawing through a Photoshop filter (I think it was "Film Grain"). My husband liked the "burnt" quality of it.

Etchings, paintings, photos, drawings, cartoons, poetry
After I had my little girl, I was struck by how much I wanted to keep her safe. I understood my own parents' actions so much better.
In the first week after my baby was born, I would just have to look at her to be overwhelmed by tears. The tears arose both from the depth of my love for her, and the sure knowledge that I couldn't keep my child safe forever. In order to live and grow, people have to be allowed to make their own mistakes and hurt themselves sometimes, no matter how painful that is for a parent to watch.
I guess this drawing was inspired by Pietas of Madonna and Child, but it's more personal than that. I am trying to convey the way I want to surround my child with my love and keep her safe. But already she's managed to get an arm out to explore the world...both inevitable and necessary. Hopefully when she grows up, she will have the strength to explore the world, secure in the knowledge that her parents love her and will always be there for her.
The other idea which came into my head with "match" was this funny little cartoon (only took me a minute to do).
Somehow I haven't liked my last couple of Illo Friday drawings, so I thought I'd try something else. This is a drawing of my left hand which I did last night. As you can see, it's a pretty bony, knuckly old hand with long fingers. One of the first things I noticed about my daughter when she was born was that she has exactly the same long-fingered hands (in minature).
This is a present for my friend Lol, who loves hands and has been trying to persuade me to do a drawing of a hand for years.
I didn't feel very inspired by this week's topic, for some reason. When I thought about the word "play", the rather depressing realisation occurred to me that many games are actually a kind of ritualised or disguised combat. I think world news at the moment has seeped into my consciousness. Anyway, I tried not to get too depressing with my drawing, and just did this quick cartoon/sketch. I used fineliners and brush textas and then added in the script with Photoshop afterwards. The boy is modelled on my cousins (avid computer game players, both of them).
My Dad has been scanning in slides and negatives from our childhood. I went around to my parents' last night and one of the photos Dad was showing me was a baby me sitting in the back garden, up to my shoulders in fallen leaves. I think that's why this image came into my head when I saw the topic "Clean". Also, Dad has always been big on sweeping leaves, even to this day. My sister and I were distinctly less convinced of the need to sweep them up; I think we are intrinsically less neat than Dad.
Anyway, I dedicate this week's drawing to Dad. And the leaves (which continue to plague him by falling from the trees around about his house).
I drew this book cover from my friend Tim. He has written a series of books about a cat called Mr. Smith and a girl called Miranda. No prizes for guessing who is who! The nasty two headed monster is an Acid-Gum Worm...he drools acidic bubblegum...
If you're interested in the book, check out this link here. It was fun to have to draw something "to order". I tried to make the characters resemble their descriptions - there's nothing I hate more than cover art where the characters look nothing like their descriptions (the hero with black hair, when in the book he has blond hair, for example). It shows the illustrator didn't even bother to read the book!
Twelve o'clock; midnight:
It is dark.
The familar street
has become a pool of swimming darkness.
It is silent.
The roar of a car can
be heard breaking the still black night.
As I walk,
the tiny pebbles underfoot
press into the soles of my bare feet.
Then I smell
in the darkness
the heavy, rich scent of flowers filling the still air like a cloud.
We've been in Sydney visiting my cousins and aunt and uncle so the drawing is just on a page from my moleskine. Thanks to my cousin Jackson for helping me find some good images of goats so that I could draw my idea!
My husband put in a special request that I post this etching to my site. It doesn't quite fit on our scanner, but you can still get the idea.
This version was done in green ink; I have another version in brown ink.
I like the "plate tone" in the background - looks like sweat and steam coming from the horse.
I think this would be my favourite photo of any I have taken. I took it at Ankor Wat as the sun was setting. I asked the monk if he would mind me taking a photo, and he said that was fine.
As I was taking the photo, I said "Oh, your bag matches your robe, that's cool!" This produced the shy smile in the photo.