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Happy Birthday
For a Friend This one started out as a card. A stopgap, really. Something simple to tuck into an envelope so I wouldn’t turn up empty-handed. I kept it deliberately pared back: two colours, plenty of space, very little detail. A branch, a suggestion of grasses, a sky that doesn’t try too hard to explain…
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Lonely cottage
This one makes me nervous, which I’m taking as a good sign. It’s simple. A house, some greenery, a sky that knows when to step back. Nothing dramatic happening, no weather to wrestle, no clever tricks trying to earn their keep. And yet, it works. Calmly. Reliably. Without asking for applause. I like how contained…
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Granulation adoration
Indigo got its chance, and this time it behaved impeccably. I don’t like this one. I love it. Which feels slightly dangerous to admit, given how easily that feeling can turn on me, but I’m standing by it. This was a leap *** a double-page leap *** and if it hadn’t worked, I would have…
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Granulation irritation
Another drunken tower. Apparently, we’re not done with those yet. This one wobbled its way into existence before I fully realised what was happening, and by the time I did, it felt too late to intervene. Not dramatically wrong, just enough to unsettle the whole structure. It’s standing, technically. It just wouldn’t pass a sobriety…
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Goodbye?
This One Leaves the Sketchbook I like this one. Enough to let it go. That feels significant, because I don’t say it lightly. I’m usually very good at finding reasons to keep work close, small doubts, imagined improvements, the quiet belief that I might like it less tomorrow. This one doesn’t invite that kind of…
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Moon Storm
This one has a title that promises more confidence than I actually feel about it. Everyone else seems to like it. They talk about the drama, the movement, the moon hanging there like it knows what it’s doing. I nod along, smile politely, and try not to immediately point out the steps. The shadow. The…
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Success, question mark…
I really like this one.Shock, I know. There are things I could pick at if I let myself, distant houses, tiny inconsistencies, the usual list, but I’m not going to. Not this time. This one gets to exist without a post-mortem. It feels calm in a way I don’t always manage. The boats sit where…
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The drunken tower
I like most of this one. Genuinely. The sky behaves, the sea knows where it’s going, and the building itself mostly holds together. The grass does what grass is supposed to do. The colours are calm. Nothing is shouting. And then there’s the tower. It’s not leaning in a charming, characterful way. It’s not dramatically…
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Too soon!
This was meant to be a victory lap. A reworking of an older painting, the kind you come back to with better paper, better brushes, and the quiet confidence that time has done its job. I wanted that satisfying moment where you compare the two and think, yes, there it is. Look how far I’ve…
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Retail therapy
Another recent page, and another small relief: I don’t hate it. The perspective is still doing its own thing, slightly unbothered by reality, but it’s no longer actively fighting me. The buildings mostly agree with each other. The windows line up well enough. Nothing feels like it’s about to slide sideways off the page, which,…
Brook & Bramble Art 