Category Archives: Table top Drawings
“Mummy what’s that? Ooooh….”(peering closely) “Is it a potato?” “oh how did a potato get all the way over here?” A sick feeling in the stomach as I see the tiny claws…the no head. Not a potato. A tiny bird.
JW …she has been on my mind and her words clanging around my dome since Tuesday night – pinnacle of all things stimulating. She talked of books being a place you can step into – a place you can feel
AArgh..a blue felt tip pen. Apologies. It is fairly frightening. But it was there on the table. And so was the rockety thing.
So this is LONG. Lots of fragile connections making an unwieldy and quite impressive yet impractical vehicle. And some kind of rocket chair. Cool.
The idea is to get drawing – where possible to draw something at the kitchen table each day (depending on my state of mind and state of the table) – the site of a wide variety of very drawable objects.