I found an old notebook with my first ponderings for a dissertation about the sun. It would have included historic fiery circle representations and musings about sun worship. This was allegedly an inappropriate subject, as was everything else I was interested in.
After suffering horrible sunburn in Budleigh Salterton, the sun seemed less worthy of worship. I avoid the midday sun, which lasts all day now anyway. It’s still interesting as a ball of fire that keeps us all alive.
Small panic a few hours after cutting the sun. Is it on the wrong side of the tree? No. Nor would it matter, the sun was probably nestled in the other branches from a different viewpoint.
The photograph of the drawing looks different, the camera sees the separate crayon lines in the shadows.
I’m using my teenage self’s methods that anyone would have expected to have improved by now. Good to see it from a different perspective before tidying it up.
There was a crochet pattern in a recent Water Aid magazine that arrived in the post. The picture looked like a white christmas tree. I wondered if the water drop would work as a knitted illusion. If I’d used the right size needles it might have looked better.
Test prints aren’t looking right, maybe they need some tweaking.
Trying to rescue a print that had been overcut. The light gradually moved across the paper while I was colouring…
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