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Strata. East Yorkshire again. Heavily influenced by the Wolds. And by the sea. Particuarly Easington. Used to go there every year for my birthday. (I was born on the absolutely worst day possible. Dreadfully bleak). But I adore bleak.

Have always been fascinated with the way in which the lanscape falls into lines. Layers. Quite obsessed really. There is a painting by Paul Klee that I always loved as a teenager, which is kind of broken up into strata. Might try to find an image of it to add.....

I have a mottled heart

Do we ever really heal the things that break our hearts? I think there's usually some sort of scar left. A slightly tender bit that hurts if prodded...I have a mottled heart. Bio oil is helping. Last winter I made a huge batch of work (including some more of these hearts) to deliver to a shop in Hull. I was literally 2 minutes away from the shop when I went over a speed bump too fast. I can still hear the dull, tinkley clank that signalled the brokeness of every single piece. Shouldn't  have been so mean with the bubble wrap. Am an idiot.
Anyway...this lot made it to their destination intact... Phew

Graphics type people don't like me...

Always find packaging a bit of a headache. I adore good graphic design, but for some unfathomable reason, just cannot do it. For my own work I love white. And everything pared down to the very minimum. Some people I meet don't seem to get this. Really wish I could find the right person to help me with this...This is my limit. It's ok. But a long way from where it should be.

A little, tiny bit of detail (and a whinge)

Have taken on too much. Am a stupid girl for not being able to say 'no'. Such a tiny but troublesome word. Wanting to please everyone. All of the time. Hence now am struggling...Lots of promises to fulfil. This is detail from one of those promises. Am on a strange merry-go-round of fitting everything in. Hopefully will ease after this weekend (have STUPIDLY committed myself to a show). Am despairing of myself again. To make matters worse procrastination is threatening to set in too. Grrrrrr....

Ready!

Will be delivered and go on sale next week. At last...

Su Blackwell

www.sublackwell.co.uk

This is a stunning website. Su Blackwell's work is beautiful to me. I seem to  gaze at it. A lot.  A bit like being in love. Almost haunting. I once saw some of her book works in real life at the Yorkshire Sculpture Park. I think they touch on something inside me that is almost primal. A nostalgia so real that I can't quite deal with it. Old books have always been slightly bizarre source of comfort. When times are bad books are constant...

Oh what a stupid thing to do...

I love varnish. I fully admit it. Sometimes I just can't help myself. But what on earth possessed me to varnish my long watercolour painting???? I have ruined the whole thing and now will have to cut it up to try and salvage anything at all. Am such an idiot at times. I despair of myself... am not showing a picture of this little disaster...

This is what I used it for

A hugely long canvas...

When I was a child I was desperate to be a hamster when I grew up. When I realised that this wasn't going to happen I spent years working towards being an illustrator. I now know that that will never happen, but the lure of black inky pens and runny watercolour has never left. Still get a real kick from using black pens. Even if it's just for lesson planning. Anyway... the pen I use the most was bought for me about 10 years by my dad. Have a hell of a job getting refills for it these days...

Think I secretly always wanted to be Quentin Blake...