It has been nine(!) months since my
last post. Gosh, this sounds like in the church... Yes, I have
sinned. It's not that I haven't been sketching, I just haven't
uploaded anything. Please accept my apologies.
Journey book
This entry started out as a continuum
to the landscape and flying motive with my intention of tying it to
traveling. As often happens, ideas develop while working with them.
So too this sketch, which ended up reflecting my own personal journey
of becoming a mom.
Folklore book
I am a fan of handicrafts – knitting,
crocheting, sewing... Every now and then I make my small contribution
to keeping alive some of the Estonian handicraft traditions. These
patterns are some of the many hundreds used in woolen gloves and
socks. The swallow (a bird, again?) is the national bird of Estonia.
In Between
Living in a different country than
where I was born, and traveling often because of work, I cannot help
but be in between flights or trains or some other way in between of
departure and arrival. One way for me to get home to Estonia is to
take a one stop flight through Prague. I always check the CSA's
tickets when deciding which company to fly with. As it was Petr's
book, I could not resist the temptation.
Fairy tales
This last entry of mine is not exactly
a fairy tale, but indeed a story. A story of my childhood, a favorite
book and a cartoon, and a conflict. You all know this story, it's
Winnie the Pooh. Yes, it's that jolly yellow bear who wanders around
the forrest of a 100 acres and eats unimaginable quantities of honey.
He wears a red T-shirt on his dynamic body and no one feels like he
should also need a pair of pants to be considered dressed. His paws
have no claws, and therefore no one should be afraid to hug him.
'Cause that's what you should do with such a happy and cute teddy
bear.
I know Winnie the Pooh very well. But
the bear I know is not yellow or jolly or dynamic. His paws have
claws and no one has ever been able to buy him. He is clumsy
and confused, even melancholic. He speaks Estonian, obviously.
As I got older and images of the “free
world” reached me, I couldn't help but be disappointed of the way
Winnie the Pooh was drawn out for the rest of the world. It did not
resemble at all to my own imagination or to the way I had learned
about his appearance on TV.
A couple of months ago I went through
my children's books at home. I was looking for a story or a character
to introduce to my own son. I picked up “Winnie the Pooh”.
P.S. My "Illusion" book is happily home. Thank you all for your lovely contributions!!!
