book, book, book
I’ve been living and breathing this book for the last few days. Well, the story’s been written for a while now, but following a rather major disaster (anyone here enjoy the ups and downs of group work?! Not I, said the fly!) I’ve had to churn out over 30 drawings since Saturday. And beg an extension from a lecturer. And start laying out the book again from scratch.
Nevertheless, it has been strangely – stressfully – enormously – fun! It’s inspired me to seek out some lessons in pastel drawing and think about transforming some of those stories that have been hiding in the corners of my imagination for ever into print and paper. Truly, it’s a lovely creative process, this mixing together of story and picture.
We’ll see :-) For now, I thought you might like to take a gander at my attempt at a storybook with farm safety for children as it’s theme. It’s for a Child and Family Health class I’m taking. Themes compiled from the most pertinent safety issues for children on farms in Australia. Influenced by the stories of those dear country girls I taught and looked after at boarding school.
~ occupying Abby’s crafting table ~
~ introducing Sally and Olivia ~
Here I sit, my aching neck firmly swathed in one of Julian’s long knitted scarves. I’ve taken more panadol for this bloody neck in the last two days than I’ve taken all year! And I was thinking, with Friday’s last shift at the hospital finished, that I’d be able to take a nice long breath. Settle back into our usual routine. Potter about. Ha!