I’ve just come across a collection of old ink pen/collage drawings.
They were stashed away in a folio, shoved in the back and forgotten about.
I’m going to give them a bit of daylight and fresh air, they look to me like a happy family of unremarkable natural objects.
Maybe it’s my mood, it’s rainy and grey again and Friday always feels like a day for exploration and oddities.
The ginger definitely has its own personality. I think that’s my favourite…or maybe the knobbly ocean twig with its sharp points, it reminds me of something from The Dark Crystal…
It shouldn’t always be beautiful faeries and roses, should it?