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SF JOURNAL 2019
DRAWN TO PETS
Yard Gone Wild #fanart #doodles
TECKNA MÅLA. My father’s art supplies.
Alone time in my “backyard.”
Meanwhile, nature enchants.
Collaging as writing process
I am obsessed with a photo of Lucy Knisley. So I had to sketch it.
A sock snapping turtle eating David Sedaris’ tumour. A handmade gift.
Shaping non-fiction characters.
A quick creative project on last day of 2019: The Death and Burial of Cock Robin
William March’s Company K (1933) studies- ink, watercolour, coffee, salt
“All you have to do now is allow…” Sabbatical reflections.
Here were valleys filled with tiny trees and minuscule, tangled vines…
There are times of no ideas… – Lynda Barry (but there is always process)
Connecting with the journal everyday. Even if just to copy…
RIP Freddie Jones
I am happy among my books – I am not happy without them. – Anne Lister
Man klarar sig i många år på ett ögonblick…
There is one moment in Pippi Longstocking that nailed it for me…
I keep the broken bits. They illustrate the subtext.
Bird spotting with a yellow legal pad and a walk in the park.
Vision 2019: COURAGE
It’s not that I don’t know what to do.
Potato Nose Diaries (1977): Instalment 9- Torpet
60 years ago my mother became a mother. (Karin Kristina Orwald 1936 – 2008)
Inktober 2018: 31 studies of Truman Capote’s IN COLD BLOOD
Father, daughter, Fenrir, Gleipnir and “Drawn Together”- the book: 6 years later.
On this one year anniversary since Asterix passed, something poignant happened.
Come back to me.
Mamma- a portrait.
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