sunday in the city. i set up my sketch desk when i came back from my morning tromp through the huntington gardens.
how good it is to be out in the natural world. where giant sprinklers toss diamonds across meadows and the plants catch them on their branches and leaves.
pam stopped in for a playdate and i moved us out to the outdoor table.
we gathered the tomatoes, pears, olive branches, and various other sketch subjects around us. yes i really put that tablecloth down to work over. i have so many and most are stained and worn.
wyatt joined us.
soon it became full with STUFF.
i like the way my pink marbled sketchbook goes with pam’s 4 books.
how luxurious to spend a sunday outside in the mild air together. poring over her sunny pages. yacking. painting. playing.
this chunky book is one of my most favorite of all her handbindings. she’s going to keep an eye out at next weekend’s flea market in italy for a similar one to carry back to me. that’s where she found this perfectly lovely book cover. and where she’ll be in in 5 or 6 days. she’s off to teach at kristi & bill steiner’s very last adventure in italy.
i desperately wanted to develop some sort of illness that would make working impossible, but traveling curative. alas, i could think of none.
and also i’m trying to work on being content in the here and now instead of constantly wanting to fly off to somewhere else.
this is her travel journal. a bundle of soft leather pastel patchwork. irresistible.
the inside covers…and a photo of her pop.
all day i was struck by the color palette in front of us: pinks, oranges, golden, bits of sage greens and aqua blue, and creamy white.
makes me want to design my next sketchbook so it matches my current (pink marbled on the bottom of this stack) as beautifully as these do.
send me a smoke signal. let me know when you’ve gotten above the arctic circle. i’ll just be down here. scanning the dark sky. looking for those puffs of white.