My last diary post touched on this (welcoming the incoming cardigan weather), but here I am devoting a whole post to cardigans, and in particular my massive, beautiful, and infinitely comfy red cardigan.
Any time it's gotten a bit cold, or I want to swaddle myself and wail like the overgrown baby I truly am, I throw on this, the king of cardigans. It's the closest I can get to wearing a duvet in public, and for that I am super duper grateful. Because it's extra large, I can wrap it all around me and waltz around as a big red blob. It also has two big, low pockets that come in very handy for carrying water bottles and small teddy bears, and it has some nice stripy detailing around the edges.
It's perfect. I am going to nap under it right now.
I wanted to make some simple black and white scans this week, but I hadn't anticipated the sun shining so brightly through my window, so there's an unprecedented amount of white light in these scans. Luckily it's quite a pleasant intrusion. The sun and I are pals (sometimes).
I found this beautiful full-page photo of bread varieties neatly slotted together in squares and thought it would be a great collage background. It's from an M&S print advert, and I thought I'd mention it, because I think M&S have a great ad campaign at the moment (here's their current TV ad) - these adverts aren't patronising, they don't use unpleasant/forced humour, and M&S seem to be turning away from their over the top, weirdly sexual adverts towards more genuine-feeling adverts that focus on the beauty and design of the food itself. I think these adverts are proof that you don't have to make a harmful, annoying, or false advert to sell your product.
Anyway, here's Björk, a lizard, and some other stuff on bread.
There are lots of shapes and textures here again, making torn and watery landscapes of each page. I feel like these pages are effectively building some kind of world together. There's a reasonably jumbled nature to them, which I like for its childish surrealism, but they're not without consistency. It makes sense for this happy crescent moon to be here, glowing green and watching over a cartoonish, notebook landscape.
I use the moon motif a lot, largely because I really do find the moon a source of security. I discussed this with my boyfriend a while ago and he figured the comfort I find in the moon's presence lies in its position as a constant fixture. Its continuous presence has a kind of safety and comfort to it, so I think this is why I tend to include it in my worlds as a benevolent, watching figure in the sky.
I haven't developed a roll of film in ages now, although I currently have two being very slowly used up (well, one disposable camera and one roll loaded into my Diana Mini). I'm starting to miss getting freshly developed photos back from the lab, though, so to counter this filmsickness I thought I'd look through my old photos and chose some of my favourites. I realise that this selection is a bit of an Elliot showcase, so I hope you can bear with me through what is essentially a holiday slideshow (the holiday is my boyfriend).
The first picture above was taken some time before Elliot broke those glasses of mine... by sitting on them. A classic destructive act by his dangerous and rebellious bottom.
These pictures, whilst not very well exposed, are cheery records of a lovely train ride from our 2013 Slovakia holiday. I loved the train cabins with their big mirrors and windows. Foreign trains are really magical and exciting, one of the best parts of being on holiday for me. I think I actually cried with happiness on this train.
These pictures are from a day we went for a walk and Elliot goofed around in this tree. I often forget how nice it can be to just go for a walk in a park, or to somewhere nearby. This tree-climbing moment was part of a nice little adventure near Elliot's house where we fed ducks and jumped over a little river. I've always been too scared to climb trees so I stayed on the ground and took photos.
I'm not sure why I like this picture so much. I think I like the blacked out half because it makes it look unfinished and bare, but maybe somehow full at the same time. Like it's a moment filled with so much that the black rectangle can't represent it.. It just seems real, somehow. Like all real moments that can be cut off from each other, singular, and appreciable as separated instances, but impossible to actually remove from all context of the life and world surrounding them. A moment and a multitude at the same time.
Or maybe I just like the expression. It was a goodbye, I think, so maybe the empty rectangle is the representation of the endless possibilities of whatever comes after.
These pages incorporate lots of pretty old work I've kept, so for me it's a little odd looking at them, because everything is new and old at the same time. Stencilled Will Smith, painted book pages, a picture of me in the sea, and the quick, messy "cute eyeball" painting which spawned a song of the same name. All these things have significance to me, and now they're ripped and rearranged together, the sum of their parts - just as I am the sum of my parts, forever tearing up pieces of me to make new hybrids, new versions of me.
This week has been full of general temperature confusion as I've had to re-adjust to the changing weather, which is firmly slotting itself into that weird place which is at once too hot and too cold. This reasonably sudden change, whilst making me feel a bit like a confused child deposited into a new body, does have some nice effects in that when forced to pay acute attention to tactility I tend to end up in this odd, simple mental place where I feel very natural and like a cool part of nature that exists amongst so many brilliant, interlocking things. Basically, I'm a happy bug who likes to drink hot drinks. I'm also reading Tove Jansson's Sculptor's Daughter at the moment, which very much adds to my therapeutic enjoyment of lots of little natural and human things around me.
When I first saw this dress I was bored after college and trying clothes on in New Look to amuse myself. I tried on some stripy things and a pair of comfy dungarees, and then this dress, which I fell completely in love with on the spot. I actually detailed this in what is both my first fitting room post and actually the very first post on this blog. You can read it here.
This dress has lots of lovely details, including the sheer fabric used on the arms and outer skirt, the cute collar, and the super sweet lace detailing. It may be all black, but it's pretty light, so it's great for reasonably warm weather and more typical I-can't-make-up-my-mind weather. I decided to wear it with these cute black thigh highs with white stripes to further the black and white theme. I think these socks were given to me by my grandma (nice one, Norma).
I was piling all my bits of paper and other things back into a box after working on my journal the other day and I thought, why don't I scan myself against some of my materials? So here are some of scans of me and a tiny selection of my scrap paper.
I have one leftover tube from my old paint set: the ultramarine blue. How this became the last colour left out of all of them is a bit of a mystery, because it's one of my favourite colours, but I guess I made an effort to use up the colours I didn't like so much and ended up saving the blue for later. In light of this lonely leftover blue paint, I decided to make some blue paintings the other day and I these were my result. There's something 'off' about them, but since I used a lot of white paint too, there's a lot of beautiful, icy texture, especially in the clumpy hair of the second painting. I love the spooky, straight-on stare of the first painting, but I think my favourite detail is the nose and lips - just the right shadowy shapes.
This painting style is not one I use very often, so it feels and looks a little weird to me, but it's nice to try to do different things, because there are unique things to notice and learn about every possible style and method.
It's photo diary time again!
Recently I have been organising my drawers and things. Above is one incarnation of my bookcase, festooned with owls and cuddle pals. It actually looks a little neater than this right now, but still similar. You can also possibly identify my love for jars via this photo. My love for jars is pretty large.
I snapped this stylish pigeon in Elliot's garden as I occasionally like to. I am a better pigeon street style snapper than a human street style snapper. It's pigeon fashion week, sponsored by me.
I mentioned organisation above, and that extends to this - my newly decorated pinboard, featuring a great picture of Elliot mid-chew with some kind of sandwich. Beautiful. I love my ladybird pins, too.
Sometimes when I'm in fitting rooms I find myself becoming mesmerised by the lighting. This photo of my hand is... sort of an illustration of that. Also, hands are great. Don't forget about them. Love your hands.
This is my palette board. I've had it for years and I scan it every so often to keep a record of how it changes (you can check that out here). This is the first time I've purposefully painted anything on it since I started using it as a palette, and I realised right away that doing this could make my scan project so much more interesting!