tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39255645016448645552024-02-19T05:30:40.844-08:00moly_x_24international moleskine sketchbook exchangeMarty Harrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06597066968876839355noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925564501644864555.post-87530890409810070152013-06-13T16:28:00.000-07:002013-06-13T16:28:22.631-07:00Only a STUMP: for Katie's book<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Finally, I've realized my last entry for Katie's book. This was inspired by my recent journey into the forest of the Central Cascade Mountains of Washington State. This composition came together from photos I took on our hikes. It was also encouraged by a long interest in nurse logs. The transmutation in an old growth forest is profound. It holds metaphors relating to our human existence. This is my last drawing for our wonderful moly_x_24 exchange. Once I receive my sketchbook from Masha, for me, the circle will be complete. What a gift to share this experience with you Katie, Rosie and Masha. Thank you, dear ones!!!! </div>
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This is my page for Marcia's 'Unintentional Collections' sketchbook.</div>
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These are some of the eggs I seem to have collected over the years.</div>
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Left to right they are: blue and white ceramic, marble, hen's egg
painted with inks, hen's egg painted with inks, ceramic egg.<br />
Many years ago I used to decorate real eggs (after blowing out the
contents and sealing the hole with wax). I then painted and scratched
any design I fancied using drawing inks and then applying a spray
varnish. My inspiration was batik decorated Ukrainian eggs but I
developed my own method and each design was different. The fish and
flower patterned eggs are the last two that remain. I also used to
hardboil and dye eggs with onion skins for delicately patterned Easter
Eggs.<br />
People have added to my collection with ceramic, wooden and marble
eggs over the years.</div>
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<br />rosie bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789986292950264775noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925564501644864555.post-34111928754787463962013-01-20T11:26:00.000-08:002013-01-20T11:26:07.073-08:00Last entry in Rosemary's sketchbook<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is the last drawing for your book Rosemary.</div>
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It is also my last drawing for this wonderful exchange of drawings and sharing of our lives over the past couple of years. It is a drawing of my new grandson Élan who was born Nov 20th 2013. I was there in the room when he was born, I am so grateful to my son and his lovely partner Sadie for allowing me to be there.</div>
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Thank you so much Marcia, Rosemary and Masha for sharing this wonderful experience with me. Does it really have to come to an end? This is such a unique way to get to know other people and I don't want to let go of the three of you. Can we do it again?</div>
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This is my entry for Masha's book 'Those Who Live' and is drawn from life in my garden. I chose the quiet creatures who are so often around. There are still some of the striped garden spiders now. Snails are curious creatures and I tempted this one out with lettuce and cake crumbs. It preferred the cake!</div>
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I began this drawing in September and although it started well I have been unable to make it work to my satisfaction and feel it does not come together as a design!</div>
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I have watched my husband sleep in this position for over 35 years. We have always shared our dreams. Together, we have watched the sky, watched the night, and mused about the mystery of it All. And then I was so impressed that the last full moon was a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_moon">blue moon</a>. The shapes of chromosomes have always fascinated me.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925564501644864555.post-89664359894129346312012-08-21T19:27:00.000-07:002013-01-20T12:09:18.370-08:00What has happened to our blog page? The heading has disappeared as has my last post. I think I may have inadvertently done that when I was "cleaning up" my computer oops!!<br />
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I have done a drawing for your book Masha and am sending it to Rosie along with Marcia's book. I have been less than prompt with my obligation to complete my drawing for you wonderful women in your beautiful books. There is no excuse please accept my apologies again. I promise I will get these in the mail tomorrow!!!!<br />
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My drawing is of my dogs with whom I share my life. The male, Zander, is on the left and he is all muscle and energy. The female, Tattoo, is on the right she is determination personified. Zander could easily take the tug toy away from her but Tattoo will never give up and Zander has learned this and tugs for a while and then just gives it to her.<br />
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Here is my addition to Marcia's book. I have collected thread and fabric and buttons. I have all kinds of zippers and lace and zig zag trim. Here is a drawing of embroidery thread in wire baskets.<br />
I will get it off to you Rosie in the next couple of days.<br />
I will also take the time to add my comments to the wonderful work you all have been doing while I was sick.<br />
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Happy day!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925564501644864555.post-60898926044387182712012-04-21T20:54:00.000-07:002012-04-21T20:56:08.999-07:00Wasp and Wasp Nest for Masha's sketchbook "Those Who Live"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm sorry it took me so long to do this entry. I picked this piece of wasp nest up on one of my daily walks. The wasp is obviously way oversized in relationship to the nest. I drew the wasp from an Internet image and the nest from direct observation. When each of you receive this, you will see that the colors of the wasp coordinate quite handsomely with Masha's yellow poplar from her last September (2011) entry. So on Monday, it's off to Katie! Hope you like what I added to your sketchbook, Masha. And that Katie and Rosie you like it, too. Can't wait to see what comes next! --MarciaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0Cedar Falls, IA, USA42.5348993 -92.445316142.4880978 -92.5242801 42.5817008 -92.3663521tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925564501644864555.post-43739019323661487532012-03-26T22:17:00.000-07:002012-03-26T22:17:00.807-07:00Telling the story, Rosie's book<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This notebook is special in many cases. It keeps a deep and very personal pages from Marcia's family history. It shows courage and strength of Katie. I wanted to add my intimate story too. </div>
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This pic tells the story of our wonderful summer 1986, summer after Chernobyl tragedy. Bilberries were so big that year. We used to eat a lot in Belarusian forests. We didn't know that time cancer, thyroid disfunction, hard allergies will follow our family members.<br />
In memory of Chernobyl 1986, NATO bombing Serbia 1999 and Japan Earthquake 2011.<br />
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This picture was going to be a magic wand for Marcia to make her feel seeing what I see daily. It's not luxurious all right, but I feel like it has this winter-spring (even summer a bit) mood with black&white outside and warm green& terra-cotta inside. I purposely made it with colour pencils to be on her wave and to understand the meaning of inside-out works. </div>
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Those windows give a sort of lyrical mood during to snowy time (5 months a year :).</div>
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This is my entry for Katie's book. It is a continuation of ideas of changes in direction and media, being a collage of monoprints based on mark-making relating to drawings of trees.<br />
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Angled branches making sky spaces,<br />
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Grey angles and a lemon-yellow flash glimpsed,<br />
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Spiked hair a leafy mane;<br />
I see his knowing eye, The Beast of the Tree.rosie bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789986292950264775noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925564501644864555.post-11404967336554247452011-11-15T08:03:00.000-08:002012-08-22T06:35:41.290-07:00So sorry I lost the photos...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So here is round two for my book. I don't have a lot of explanation other than it is done in thread. I like that it is very clearly different from earlier entries. I am hoping to free you up to move away from representational drawings and get a little wild and crazy. Please also feel free to interpret the theme loosely or completely ignore it.<br />
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<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925564501644864555.post-81678296454487146772011-10-26T21:28:00.000-07:002011-10-26T21:28:50.954-07:00Round 2: Unintended Collections<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1bvJy5jLPzjruFxVO9p2A1qll6ZaqkjWIIm_BLKtITGl14FwYl3QrSkPzECFHFjRurHlXevdJiazqppi9WPd7rj0HbgXoQpul7_Yr96rLuXPGamMwBd39Cbc-CaDUobDb_EeoJyQbgq4/s1600/My+Life+Story+in+my+Underwear+Drawer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1bvJy5jLPzjruFxVO9p2A1qll6ZaqkjWIIm_BLKtITGl14FwYl3QrSkPzECFHFjRurHlXevdJiazqppi9WPd7rj0HbgXoQpul7_Yr96rLuXPGamMwBd39Cbc-CaDUobDb_EeoJyQbgq4/s320/My+Life+Story+in+my+Underwear+Drawer.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I looked in my top drawer where I keep my underwear and found that over the years I've stashed away some precious tidbits. In doing this drawing, I discovered a time capsule of my life--the tender and sweet things of life (teeth saved by the Tooth Fairy, a plush bunny from my babyhood, a birthday card from my now deceased parents, colorful cotton underwear, hand drawn love-notes from my children) and the difficult and deeply sorrowful underbelly of my life (stillbirths and cancer). C'est la vie! Even with all its twists and turns, I love my life!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925564501644864555.post-79067445046923696412011-10-22T07:38:00.000-07:002011-10-22T08:25:26.971-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhzyzpGtTdy-qFSidspTuYicGa0VwxKdCxdXUwlXTi67VcVypSVDEBOpY7iwL11mnQ2_NdISIgsAvIKEhwDDQYwglOePe3kV9s0OzCe1pu9JIvqJpymE8OpVtHJSFTxIrhXv0UUUoAexf/s1600/paradise+story.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 114px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhzyzpGtTdy-qFSidspTuYicGa0VwxKdCxdXUwlXTi67VcVypSVDEBOpY7iwL11mnQ2_NdISIgsAvIKEhwDDQYwglOePe3kV9s0OzCe1pu9JIvqJpymE8OpVtHJSFTxIrhXv0UUUoAexf/s400/paradise+story.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666327237404393314" border="0" /></a>Telling The Story!<br /><br />This is my attempt to describe a day in our holiday in Paradise. It is truly a Paradise of relaxation, swimming, walking and meeting up again with Greek friends. We stay at a Taverna called Paradisos at Aghia Anna, Naxos.<br />I took my sketchbook out for the day and simply drew what occured as it happened. Thus the day starts with the amazing orange and green colours of the Pineapple Palm outside our room.<br />After breakfast we walked down to the beautiful beach with its little rocky coves and clear waters. Some time was spent drawing, before going up to the tiny church on the headland to play our concertinas.<br />Later I noticed the vivid pinks of a Bougainvilea and during dinner added the scene with people eating under the tree on the beach.<br />Throughout the day colours of sea and sky change and delight the eye, but always with a lovely intensity.<br /><br />A great holiday place, but of course there are concerns. Europe and particularly Greece has financial problems and many people are in difficulties.<br />Another issue is the care of the environment especially the sand dunes and Juniper bushes. They need protection from tourism and development www.junicoast.gr<br /><br />October is the end of the holiday season and I often heard Greek people wishing each other 'Kalos Xemona' A Good Winter. I hope it is and problems can somehow be tackled amicably and fruitfully<br /></div>rosie bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789986292950264775noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925564501644864555.post-75813207472837070502011-09-22T01:45:00.000-07:002011-09-22T01:55:02.660-07:00a new turn!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0B5Lj1usR53AxxyHO_mphMj2lzVayVuBa_gMpZkOuN4LyjQAWVzzXSL5a6jdKzV5PGicqQ33MLouB9fzUUkbTdXIYI8mxLCYmhSL30MNLBLYYs3OpU-5sy06GCz_VT57Idki4l8Z2g/s1600/5-web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0B5Lj1usR53AxxyHO_mphMj2lzVayVuBa_gMpZkOuN4LyjQAWVzzXSL5a6jdKzV5PGicqQ33MLouB9fzUUkbTdXIYI8mxLCYmhSL30MNLBLYYs3OpU-5sy06GCz_VT57Idki4l8Z2g/s400/5-web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655104830150304130" /></a><br />One more drawing for a new round :) Morning Crow on a poplar tree, enjoying warm September sun 25m above the ground.<div>Hugs to all of you ladies! :>)</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div>masha kirikovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09589943944623979367noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925564501644864555.post-58063211100518981432011-09-13T14:03:00.000-07:002011-09-13T14:03:20.334-07:00finallyI finally finished my drawing for Rosies book. I will get it in the male post haste, Rosie.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925564501644864555.post-10098828518596605532011-08-10T06:56:00.000-07:002011-08-10T07:02:45.562-07:00My appologiesI still have Rosie's book as well as mine, and I haven't made a mark in either one. I have been dealing with so much lately that our exchange has been put on the back burner. I am fully recovered from the surgery now and the chemotherapy is underway. The first week or so after a treatment is tough but after that I have felt almost normal. My hair has begun to fall out ... but I am hanging in there and so far doing pretty well.
<br />I promise I will begin working on the sketch books this week.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925564501644864555.post-4763319730726892152011-06-19T19:10:00.000-07:002011-06-19T19:10:02.349-07:00Another addition to Winter Remembering Spring<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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So my creatures are in the fields of Northern England.<br /><br />This is a montage of several of my drawings. The sheep and thorn trees were drawn near Whitby on Yorkshire's east coast.<br /><br />The dry stone walls and old stone gate posts are from Derbyshire and Cheshire in the north west.<br /><br />Oh, and the snail was in my garden in Hertfordshire, (south east)! At the moment there are snails everywhere as it's been raining copiously.<br /><br />I hope you like this for the theme Masha. Once again it was not really what I'd intended. It's not a styalish drawing but I've enjoyed giving the sheep and the stone walls an outing :)rosie bradshawhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10789986292950264775noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925564501644864555.post-72289749461933836252011-06-11T08:51:00.000-07:002011-06-11T09:00:29.706-07:00Rosie's book is here!My health issues put me in the hospital for a few days :-{ <br /><br />I am home now and I was so delighted that Rosie's book was here when I got home. Both my husband, Patrick, and I couldn't get over how exquisite it is!<br /><br />I really have no idea what story I have to add. At this point I am simply honored to have it in my possession.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925564501644864555.post-51828398849020844082011-06-09T04:57:00.001-07:002011-06-09T05:10:05.601-07:00a picture for Marcia's book<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5o4OCRYW3fHNNpkty0SgtmafY8vqyEBmUKNjNTECd1JWj4GwbU8R0sTQgtamSqSinaUnrUzoZWxCOWPdT5hUwvBVNw2plK6H3bfmbqN3nELZfhelwNcBOGmkwXId1rBmSxtcVAqd6rw/s1600/4-web.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5o4OCRYW3fHNNpkty0SgtmafY8vqyEBmUKNjNTECd1JWj4GwbU8R0sTQgtamSqSinaUnrUzoZWxCOWPdT5hUwvBVNw2plK6H3bfmbqN3nELZfhelwNcBOGmkwXId1rBmSxtcVAqd6rw/s400/4-web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616188347058856690" /></a><div>I don't know why I decided not to follow a romantic mood and restrained palette of previous drawings from this book... I'm sorry if my entry was too laud. It's been a long time since I began to think of what to draw there. Being one who moved from home city 4 years ago and changed 3 rented flat since, I can't show you all the parts of my collection of curiosities and dear things. It all was left at home. And, at the same time, our family have no regular 'home', moving all the time from Belarus to Russia, from Russia to Moscow, from one rented flat to another. So, I'm showing you what I keep with me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Sandglass.</div><div>Grandfather's handmade sandglass he made for yoga practice. He was a yogin and occupied himself with asanas and krijas daily for more than 30 years.</div><div><br /></div><div>Pins collection.</div><div>Soviet Union Association of Cactus Societies pins collection we once bought with my Mom, great cactus lover.</div><div><br /></div><div>Lucky tickets.</div><div>Tram, bus and trolleybus lucky tickets from my home town Izhevsk. My husband and I collected them for one year. To check if it's lucky or not one need to calculate a sum of 3 left and 3 right numbers. If it's the same the ticket is a lucky one and you need to eat it for a good fortune.</div><div><br /></div><div>Knitted rose. </div><div>Knitted rose brooch made by my Mom as a part of our knitted jewelry design project.</div>masha kirikovahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09589943944623979367noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3925564501644864555.post-91183607025895558022011-06-06T22:18:00.000-07:002011-06-06T22:18:14.165-07:00My Grandmother's Story in Rosie's Book<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZtdYCF0RyEFSjUYp_YnYrQeEBJVJgf9aiqpkfTNeerJzD0eSWa543KGy_URq22QZGE0ZvCCPKBaHTWd7NBQL4Ma0lMRxb8FMP6fomiuYOwI1otQmMgqFCa_B0NSYemxuVIJhUddFxKk/s1600/My+Grandmother%2527s+Story.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="104" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZtdYCF0RyEFSjUYp_YnYrQeEBJVJgf9aiqpkfTNeerJzD0eSWa543KGy_URq22QZGE0ZvCCPKBaHTWd7NBQL4Ma0lMRxb8FMP6fomiuYOwI1otQmMgqFCa_B0NSYemxuVIJhUddFxKk/s320/My+Grandmother%2527s+Story.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I’ll have to meditate on this a bit to know what I will add. Today after looking at the sketchbook, my thoughts gathered around my grandmothers, both born in the Ukraine, both spoke Russian as their 1st language before coming to North America as young women in the early 20th century. Perhaps the story that I will tell will be something about them.<br />
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I was outside planting annual sets (impatiens) when the postman tapped me on the shoulder to sign for Masha’s mailer. He was visibly excited to have such a wonderful envelop with all those colorful Russian stamps to hand me. The book came in excellent condition, but the mailer’s flap had opened half way. It could have fallen out!!! Perhaps putting an extra strip of tape across the closure might be a good idea--just to be cautious, Masha.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3