something happened in ghent

last week b. and i peddled into ghent, to stop at the design museum, 
a place 
i've been longing 
to go to. 
we had soup and pasta for heartening starters, 
because the weather was abominable. 
from raindrops to ocean waste seemed like a short distance in the last few days of a sinking exhibition 
on what all ends up in our oceans, by human arrogance. 
in itself, beautiful as displays can be, the truth behind it far less charming. 
could you live in a historic building such as this one? i know i could. 
that is, however, not gonna happen. x

corner view ≈ rough

browning palmate leaf
sticks to the graveled concrete
woe betide - rough death
jane's corner view
francesca's hosting
beth's theme

drawing | cookie{s}

to my knowledge they are either made in belgium or france, but do correct me if i'm wrong. to be frank, as long as they taste just the way a cookie should : like childhood. {and to be true; the drier, the better}. stefanie's theme this weekend. ... and let's face it, there's nothing above the real fox thing... ☺come on over and bon appétit

corner view ≈ darkness

with winter approaching rapidly, darkness is bound to seep back into our all days too soon, too quick. out of pure nostalgia for longer days, i find myself stalling, reluctant to switch on the evening lights. 

i drew this shed with nightfall around it, including one tiny star {yes, you can find your star!}. i liked bringing the dark to a drawing, it changed 'round my routine in my 2014 river project. jane's corner view, francesca's hosting, kelleyn's theme

drawing | swoon

yesterday an acquaintance reminded me of a communal visit to the astounding BLOOMSBURY exhibition in roubaix (F), a few years back. {sorry no relevant exhibition link survived those few years}.
east sussex
if we're talking swoon this weekend, then that perfect visit sure was a hit {if ever you are in the north of france region, the city of lille and the museum LA PISCINE in neighbouring town roubaix should not be missed}.

this morning as i took breakfast, i happened to rest my gaze on a vintage miniature figurine that hadn't made its way up to the studio yet, and i thought, these figurines always look happy, jolly, enthralled, like, they swoon. why don't i .... 

.... serve 'em right up on a plate, for the occasion? ☻ tammie proposed swoon for drawing challenge theme this weekend. go check that out. ☺ river update

beaupré abbey, not castle

imagine living next door to a castle, that isn't a castle after all, but a 13th century abbey. {fyi, i do not!}

imagine next you've been wanting to enter the castle abbey for two decades, and that hasn't happened yet. not to this date it hasn't. 
so. join an ethnographic society walk, and slide past the abbey. 

wait a minute! slide past? no-ho! 
slip over the mossy drive way through the big navy blue grilles. walk right in. 

genteel home owner allowing an eagre group of curiosity cats {including moi} free access to the abbey's wards for a bit.
{wards that are, in reality, big open spaces on three imposing levels}

{in fact blank canvased for future artistic application}

after a 1991 horrendous fire just four outside walls were left standing

the place was roughly renovated after the 1991 fire by stichting jules de bruycker, collecting the artist's works by a family heir.

to stand inside these former castle abbey walls was a bit of a dream-come-true for yours truly. 
i snuffed and sniffled, {persistently wet and moss down here, you know}. 

and didn't make it to the upper floors either, because of a fearsome vertigo. 
i did stroll happily to my heart's content over that ground floor, believe me. 

and felt deflated to leave the place again so soon...

last week i attended a workshop in a nearby nature preservation centre. something interesting will flow from it into a new year's project. for now however, you will find more impressions on my walks here. i also ordered more fall sun for this week! you're welcome.☺

drawing | fish

pure bliss! these beaming september days: a family day's outing near antwerp. a fun cards game at sunset. sounds of a weekend brocante weaving its way through my studio window. a guided sunday walk through a neighbouring borough. a washing up in the sink that won't wash itself. a long hot soak in the bath while a good book in my hand lingers. {it may even slip in the soapy water...}

i did have fish on friday, incidentally. i rolled marinated salmon (fish sauce, lemon juice and black pepper corns) into rice, into nori, and had a lean feast. and i didn't take any pictures either. so the genius's gonna have to stay inside the fish bowl, as tinyWOOLF makes another exit. this is a drawing i was working on at the beginning of the week, it didn't exactly go anywhere. 't was more like an idea, floating. fish all weekend long, over at herzfrisch. & river update.

drawing | second hand

objects that have shone in other people's lives, turning up on our doorstep... looking back, i realize i've been buying second hand and brocante (before it desperately and masterfully got labeled vintage) for over thirty years, kick starting it, when i lived just round the corner from the brussels' daily flea market on place du jeu de balle - vossenplein, in the early eighties. the flea market survived the years {images left = collection STADSARCHIEF - right = "voddemet" - bastin & evrard}. it was all about richly printed, silken pj's back then.

all these beautiful, wonderful, mysterious, filthy, hard and soft, fragile goods. some things you give away again, because the object doesn't ring with you in the end. some beauties get broken (glass breakage an average of one a week, easily, in our house...). sixties and seventies curtains dying on you (but not before you make a postcard from the impressive design). cashier ladies carefully wrapping up tiny objects; others showing you the door. ... {farmer girls above will make a reapparence here, over the coming months.}

books, second hand books! we have so many books, sitting round waiting to be read. we can make books from second hand matter!... here's my first ever home and hand made notebook. it does look clever, don't it? do take a closer look. the endpaper, although a little wrinkled, sits well in the front of my notebook, does it not? okay. 

turning a few pages.... uh-hoh... upside down, is it? yes, we did it : gone and glued the whole she-bang in topsy-turvy... ☻

but ha. i'll turn a blind eye, put on me sunglasses and give my own personal second hand the exit role. joke's drawing challenge theme this weekend is just lovely, lovely. it made me rush off to the thrift shop yesterday morning to still my craving and not having my camera on hand, i just drank in the scenery. for future reference. {image above and not thrifted at all: celine's necklace. "how're you celine, and don't you come up with more found objects, hear! ☻" & that hand!}. off to sniff around yours now. & RIVER UPDATE

corner view ≈ contrast

the biggest contrast has been to carefully write and stick to a workable {to do} list. my garden was top priority last week. besides keeping an even pace in house renovations, i want to take illustration seriously. stating this goal makes me go weak at my knees. sitting down to it and taking drawing seriously is the starkest contrast ever to my usual laid back attitude. 

yes, it has been labour weeks out in the garden and for once i truly, madly, deeply enjoyed every minute of digging, pulling, transferring and watering. in fact, i could hardly wait to get back in and hollow more, after every interval. as i moon over those efforts this morning, i lumber upon metaphor.

i've not before felt the green thumb as such, maybe because i didn't let myself. the analogy sits in the exact process of digging : when i draw, all is fine, until i hit the hard rock of moving upwards. i enjoy all directions, and upwards is a bummer. is it? like hell it is. but i now wonder, if i can conquer the earth (of my garden), can i step up upon the ladder of prospect (of drawing) and lose the snakes indeed?

supposedly kicking off on a cartoon course next week, i got word the course will be postponed till the january. feeling deflated a bit, what else does it mean? can i do something to tie/tide me over, keep me going, keep the home fires burning while they're lit? i think i'm going to need you all, dear readers, on my path of unearthing. 

thoughts such as these because my river project is moving towards its last quarter, and i feel a little apprehensive. embracing the very thought of a new, functional project for 2015. not quite revealing my intentions yet, i think and hope the view will be an exciting one. i'd love to meet up with y'all, from time to time. jane's corner view, francesca's hosting. ☺

pay back time

i've been saving up. images. so i can fill another miscellaneous blogpost. 
i like the diversity of it, mingling all sorts of days, ways and emotions. 
seeking out colours wherever i tread, i am most amazed at the fall's gifts to mine eyes. 
like every september i am most amazed. 
{and september is the queen of (a)mazes, i find} ...  
i'll lead you. ...
through town, 
and kitchen, ...
over highs {in background our "uptown"}, 
and past lows, ...
waving at farmers harvesting {not pictured here}, 
scooting by pretty dilapidated downtown,
encountering unexpected, decapidated sorrow, ...
sampling dry goods, ...
putting out fire ... { ... "with gasoliiiiiiiine"songline popping to mind ☻}, ...
noticing pink goes really well with gold, ... 
{in fact, am only just now decyphering the graffiti}, ... 
arriving back à table, ...
forever indebted to your kind eye. 
♦ ♦ ♦
and how are you doing?