Showing posts with label sketchbook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sketchbook. Show all posts

Nov 10, 2012

Casey's Rubber Stamps....




I dropped off a few images to have made into stamps yesterday at Casey's.  I love that store so much.  It's a tiny little New York shop in the East Village lined floor to ceiling with vintage stamps.  Outside is a little table with a giant stamp pad and a basket full of stamps for passersby to play with.  I always bring my sketchbook so I can load up on lots of images on my way home.  Each stamp is marked on the wooden handle "Bad Luck to you who Steals me...."  All I take are the stampings, not the stamps, I promise.   Look who I met up with there yesterday- west coast Courtney!  Hooray for cross country friends being in New York!

Sep 17, 2012

Looking back....


I'm getting ready for Wednesday's lecture, and scanning lots of old sketchbooks.  I am always so grateful that I made past drawings, and inspired to keep making them when I look back through the books. I'm also often surprised that questions that are going on in my brain today are often answered or at least commented on in sketchbooks that I made years ago.  Things keep on churning and churning.  Here, a few glimpses into drawings of yesteryear.  Come on Wednesday to see more!


Sep 12, 2011

A Fresh Start For Fall

I almost never set aside a sketchbook until it is finished.  I like the pages to be absolutely full before I open the next one.  But something about the last sketchbook just wasn't working.  Maybe it was the size, or the paper, or the drawings, but it was bothering me every time I sat down to write or draw something down.
After much hemming and hawing and guilt about not finishing what I started, I cracked into an old box of handmade sketchbooks, found the perfect one, and started fresh last week.  I'm so glad I did.  Once in awhile, starting over is just what is needed.  Some good ideas are filling up the pages again, and I'm feeling good about fall.  I'm so glad I live someplace where the seasons change four times a year.  It feels so good.