Fragmented (Home)

Hands and eyes and leaves and breeze rushing through wispy hair. Torn pieces of the world piled on top of each other. Autumn comfort curled inwards, soft and grainy, chapped and tired. Dripping and falling and having to be chased, but home. All of it is home.

Children & Art

picture from Link #3 - I particularly like (and want) the little see-through bag with art supplies in it

This post is a little bit of a link dump of some cool things I found whilst rooting around for some images for a presentation. To give these finds some context, the presentation was an overview of an essay I'm writing about social perspectives of art and in particular why some people don't think they are capable of art, as well as how this relates to changing perceptions and experiences of art between childhood and adulthood.

This blog post talks briefly about Hannah Totts, the author of a book called I Can't Draw... Ways Of Looking: Art For Beginners. The book seems really interesting! There are also some cool pictures of vibrant sculptures Totts has made from brightly coloured plastic bottles. Very cute.

This is a great post about creativity from a teacher. She talks about children declaring that they "can't draw" and how she combats this. Includes a very sweet bit of positive philosophy which focusses on an egg.

This is a simple and super cute photo set of lots of children drawing tigers to welcome a new year in East China.

This post is from another teacher, It details sections of two big pieces of paper that children are invited to write comments on about how they feel about art. It's pretty heartwarming.

picture from Link #4 - me too, kid

River Doors

When overwhelmed or feeling like I haven't done enough work I sometimes like to look through old webcam pictures to remind myself I'm a precious being like a small river, moving soft and slow against rock and earth. These are all reasonably recent pictures, but they give a clear sense of the passing of time, something beautiful and intricate and meaningful all by itself. The images are doors to the river (related: in one of these pictures you can see that I love doors).

Everything I Do Is Cool

There's lots of empty space on these pages, A holiday from busy connected textures. Pretty nice.


Tove Jansson is a great inspiration not only for her Moomins but also for her coolness as an old woman. I think it's important and brilliant to have some old women to look up to because of the way society is constantly trying to make out like youth is the most important thing in the world. I'll be 24 next year and people all around me are starting to be fearful of their birthdays, scared they haven't done enough yet, scared they're suddenly failing a little more just because time has continued to happen. But really, every age is unique, and I'll be an old woman someday too. I think celebrating great old women who came before me is the perfect way to embrace the inevitability of ageing and all the possibilities that come with age.

I recently read Sculptor's Daughter, a take on the wonder of Tove's childhood narrated from the point of view of a child. There is constant description of pleasing or interesting visceral moments surrounded by community and nature. There is the strange black thing crawling across the ground (which is really the child narrator crawling through the house underneath her mother's dress), an unfamiliar boulder crashing down the stairs, the unique personal beauty of the mother and the sister, the father playing songs, the foal sculpture the child makes from twigs and stuff as an offering, and so many other slightly odd and almost mystical normalcies. There are so many joyful details carried through all the different types of scenarios and relationships. It's a big adventure in one life and upbringing. Just like in the Moomins' world, nature is important and strange things happen. There is a big sense of wonder to Tove's work in general - a weird and beautiful fantasy land covered in trees and stars and log fires. The best thing, though, is that everything feels like it exists in real life. The Moomins themselves seem real, like shadowy, blinking forest spirits.

Thinking about age and ageing, I think that every age and every year offers you a new world, or an opportunity to rearrange your existing world into something new and endlessly you in that year or even in a single moment. By the time you are old you could have changed a lot, and your world could be thick and strong around you. That's what I'm hoping for. You will always be the same person, but in the future perhaps you will be the most beautiful and the most knowledgeable and the most exciting version of yourself as an older person. I can't wait to be every age!

My True Friends: Frogs & Socks

One of the most fun ways to instantly make scanner self portraits a bit more interesting is to scan yourself with some random nearby objects. It adds a nice personal touch and says something about your environment at the time. In light of that, please enjoy these scans featuring my socks and a Freddo plushy which came with an Easter egg.

Animal Crossing Journal #1

I haven't been mayor of Boy (my town) for an entire month yet, but the town is coming along nicely, and I've got lots of friendly neighbours and odd furniture. I've heard a few people talking about the therapeutic qualities of Animal Crossing New Leaf and I can definitely see what they mean. It's such a soothing game. You're always doing small things (rearranging pieces of furniture, watering flowers, or just chatting with a neighbour), but the game creates a real sense of routine and community that can be more elusive in real life. 

Improving your town and seeing the villagers happy is so satisfying, as is repaying your loans  and donating creatures and fossils to the museum. Blathers the owl's level of enthusiasm for your museum contributions is touching (and it doesn't help that he reminds me of my boyfriend, who is nicknamed 'Owls' and works in a museum).

Here is a picture journal of some of the fun things that have been happening in Boy since I became mayor near the end of September. There's some QR codes in here too.

On my very first day in town, I won the bug contest. Now I smugly display this trophy next to my record player.

Waiting for the salon to open, I've been unable to change my hair for a while, but I can change my hat. I think the frogs in town are a little unnerved when I talk to them in this.

I decided to start planting white roses all around my house. Some purple ones have grown nearby too!

I visited another town during Oban festivities and was given a cucumber horse. A really special gift. I also got a star bopper. Feeling very celestial.

Tending to a flower garden under the real stars.

A deep-voiced, large-eyebrowed hamster arrived in town and invited me over. His name is Hamphrey. Also, I'm wearing lemon slices on my face. I make the fashion rules here.

Another new arrival. This is Mac, the muscular dog.

Mysterious floating presents ease the pain of my bee stung face.

My artistic ability begins to shine as I draw a beautiful Totoro surrounded by stars.

My house takes a turn for the colourful. I've also found myself collecting quite a bit of children's furniture.

In front of the town hall (and snazzy town flag), ready to catch some bugs.

The Able sisters have been lovely to me, so I decided to draw a cute portrait of Mabel.

My garden is getting bigger every day, and now I've lined the entrance to my house with purple roses.

Me and Mac hanging out in the rosebushes.

I made a dress based on an outfit my cousin had when she was little.

Hamphrey accompanies me on a night time stroll.

Me and Mac loitering in the roses between our houses.

Standing outside the newly built campsite. I decided to plant some tulips here. Also I'm a baby, as evidenced by the dummy in my mouth.

Gwen and I relax on the beach.

Pompom is confused by some dandelions, whilst I am dressed half like a grape, half like a member of U2.

Pompom and Agnes are super cute, don't think I'm not noticing your cuteness!

Not sure about this look.

Mac and I bond over our hopes and dreams.

I love Mac's decor.

My house gets more cluttered as I pretend to be a duck.

Mac eyes my watering can with suspicion. Yes Mac, you got me, it's full of vodka.

I love Hamphrey.

I love Mac.

Hamphrey comes over and finds it all a bit overwhelming. Yes, there's a rocket on top of a big lemon.

Hamphrey admires my cucumber horse.

Blathers looks at me with deep affection (I'm assuming).