
I’m noticing that since starting Selfietember I’ve increasingly been waking up feeling excited about the day; looking forward with a hint of pleasure at the thought of tea and drawing, and then what the day might hold.
That’s a nice change of pace.




I’m noticing that since starting Selfietember I’ve increasingly been waking up feeling excited about the day; looking forward with a hint of pleasure at the thought of tea and drawing, and then what the day might hold.
That’s a nice change of pace.



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I’m not sure if this is the start of the day or just an interlude between sleeps, so I’m hedging my bets and drinking decaffeinated tea.
Yesterday Cathryn described Neocolor IIs as “friendly”. I feel the need for some friendliness in the very dark morning — it feels especially dark this morning; I wonder where the moon is in its cycle — so I’m drawing myself with a red crayon and enjoying its soft waxiness.
This book caught my eye on Instagram. Do I really need more artists’ journals to read? I have Keith Vaughan and Derek Jarman waiting for me by my bed. Tove Jansson’s letters have been calling to me. But this does look interesting: paintings, reproduced journal pages and scraps of notes. Right up my street.
I think I might just accept that the day has begun and make a pot of real tea…
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After seeing my friend Cathryn’s Selfietember drawing yesterday which she drew with a Neocolor II, I knew that I wanted to try the same for my morning drawing today.
I woke up excited to draw (is that a new feeling?), made my tea, put food down for the cats and came back to bed and started to draw before I poured out my tea.

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A calmer, later morning drawing today. I was awake for a few hours in the night, so it was about 6.30 by the time I made my tea, came back to bed and picked up my sketchbook.
The light in the window behind my head was noticeably brighter this morning, so I put down a wash of Neocolor II Cobalt Blue 5% first, then drew over it with a Caran d’Ache Museum Aquarelle watercolour pencil in Carmine Lake.
No deep questioning or mysterious symbolic mark-making today. Just tea, a mirror and a morning self-portrait.

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