I'm going backwards in entering my pages to this blog, but thought I may as well. This entry depicts a real 'nightmare' event that resulted in subsequent night time nightmares. One evening a friend took my 10 year old son along with her own boy to a new club in the city. I was scheduled to collect them and take them home when the session was over, only I had never been to the place and couldn't find it, leaving our two little boys waiting and wondering in the dark and me in a terrible panic. Maps, no-through roads, one way streets and motorway slips roads haunted me for many nights after.
Angela seems to have inspired a very fluid book in which anything goes and everything happens. This sense of freedom gave me the confidence to let my ideas flow and evolve, working directly into the sketch book rather than trying out hundreds of options before committing a mark in the book. It being the last few pages of the book, I felt Angela's beginnings needed an ending, or do they?
Liv's sketch book has such a nice, laid back 'Sunday feeling'. I can imagine you lazing about in your outdoors spaces, watching the crickets bounce about the undergrowth among the flowers, or, in Chip's case, parping his pipes and making merry music. My last few Sundays have involved people, visitors to be exact, and many of them. In fact, during this past summer break every day has felt like a Sunday and it has been packed full of our favourite people. Each group that has come to our home in France has brought a different quality to our experience here and it builds memories that make it a special place to be, even after they have gone. My page is a reflection of a few of the most recent folk to 'stay and play' for a while..
