Fifteen days and fifteen ink drawings done. I’ve made it half way.
And sticking with the hand made ‘only slightly better than toilet paper’ paper has paid off. It has given me a real appreciation for the fine control that proper artist’s paper and board give.
Because this hand made paper doesn’t give, it takes. It sucks the brush dry the minute it touches it. And after a while the page is a fragile sodden mess that needs careful drying over a hot lamp.
Nevertheless bashing out the drawings while not worrying about the end result and enjoying the experience has been the way. Freedom.
There Was a Crooked Man.
“There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.
He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house. “
I used this illustration for one of my Scottish words because I discovered the rhyme had a Scottish connection. The Scottish word Sicker.