'Apple Blossom and Eggs'
ink and watercolour
This is the third illustration in the series (and it's actually the second version of this same painting - I couldn't bear the first one when it was finished, and it is consigned to the rubbish pile)
I have been busy this week, painting and making prints, which will be slowly added to my Etsy shop over the weekend, and have been ordering more cards. I love having a new card order arrive. They look so crisp and clean, and I enjoy folding them, and adding stickers and cello bags. The cards have been selling well in the Courtyard during my exhibition, and I have orders from a couple more venues, which is great. The exhibition has been a really positive experience. I've got some great feedback, from people whom I respect, which serves to make me feel good, even if it does nothing to help my bank balance!
I am always wary of showing locally, due to some (probably) twisted reasoning and confidence issues. I am fortunate enough to have grown up in this place, a beautiful and magical landscape, and the small town I live in is home to some of the best fantasy artists and illustrators of our time. When I was a child I looked up to these people in awe ( and still do), but it never fails to make me feel hopelessly out of my league, and fiercely aware that I must be different, or I shall be thought of as simply another imitator. A stubborn pride, and a hatred of sycophancy means that I plough on alone, determined to make it by myself. So I come across as pig-headed, when in actual fact it's just that fear of hearing that I might not be good enough. I bury my head, ostrich fashion, and think that if I just work for another year ( or 2 or 3) then I will be ready to stand up and be taken seriously in the town where I live. I think it would be easier to be an illustrator anywhere else but here!
Anyway, enough of that! Personal soul - searching quickly becomes boring to read!
I had better go and tend my greenhouse instead. There is nothing like planting seeds for soothing the soul!
And here is a picture of Red, who also needs his soul soothed. Marlene has been brought of the grass at night, and into his barn. Despite the fact that Red would hate to be shut in the barn himself, he likes to think he can walk through it whenever he wants, and obviously considers it very much his. Putting Marlene in the barn, and closing the gate has driven Red into a fury. I have never seen him look so angry about anything. If he doesn't get over it I shall have to rethink the arrangement