Wednesday, May 25, 2016

in my sketchbooks

Sketchbooks are so important. Something I'm only just realising.

I used to keep one naturally, but since kids and this massive world of social media, then I've been making less and less effort to keep one – or so I thought.

The other day I pulled off the bookshelf my three most recent sketchbooks and found myself surprised at how much I actually have been using them.

They are a place to pan out ideas, get them down quickly before forgotten. Also a place to simply be. Be present as you move a pen across paper. Non-confrontational. As they're never, ever going to be finished artworks, then the pressures off, they are simply personal moments.

Most of these sketches, I created while taking part in Bettina's 10 in 10 online sketch group. I just spent some time reviewing them – and I can easily see some seeds for new ideas leaping out at me from these roughs.

ps I love Oscy's tigers and how he was inspired to paint them after seeing mine.

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Painting patchwork

My mum sews. She always has. For our 18th birthdays, she made each of us (my two sisters and I), beautiful intricate quilts for our bed. A gift that was like a personal modern right of passage.

When Osc was a baby, my quilt was damaged in a washing incident. It is still perfect and useable and treasured, just faded and bleached out. One day when I was probably going a little mad from hours of breastfeeding (he was always a very hungry baby) in our tiny apartment, I started painting that quilt. tiny stars, with patterns enclosed in them. A portion of that painting is my header above.

Since then, one of my watercolour loves is to document my mum's quilts. An artwork of an artwork. Above is Osc's crib quilt. Flying geese in mainly thirties style fabrics. Still used to snuggle under when watching cartoons or reading books on the couch. In fact, it currently lives in our lounge room.

I'd like to offer this up as my second work for sale. An original watercolour and gouache painting of Oscar's flying geese. Painting measures approximately 15 x 24 cm centred on a sheet of Archer's A4 watercolour paper. $45. If interested email me at imogeneve(at)

If anyone would like to me to paint a 'portrait' of a textile piece that has personal significance to them, then of course shoot me an email too. x

Tuesday, May 10, 2016


From round here lately.

The inspo on my noticeboard, I'd say currently, but it's already changed since I took this photo. Forever changing.

And our microgreen forest of fenugreek - which was mutilated to be added to pasta tonight (these are the before photos). I've been a little obsessed with the concept of microgreens since reading Tricia Eco's blogpost on them a couple of years ago.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

An artwork.

Hi! This is a little nerve-wracking!

Anyways, I've decided to start selling my art. I'll be putting this piece up on instagram this afternoon, but thought I should probably offer it here first.

Original watercolour of a Lotte Figgjo tea cup approximately 17 by 15cm (can be cropped to fit an Ikea Ribba frame with matt). $45. If interested email me at imogeneve (at)

Update: SOLD! (: xx

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Autumn light.

Snippets from a couple of lazy, sunny, holiday afternoons. Osc went back to school today (very happily) and Nora to preschool (with some tears, which just breaks my heart every time).

Also – Iris and Nora feature in this video for a very, very worthwhile indiegogo campaign.

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Pattern Play

Inspired by Evie Barrow (I love her pattern play posts) – I've started making some repeat pattern designs. Feels good to be using some old dormant skills and learning some new ones at the same time. The above lovely messes were based on a black ink 10 in 10 sketch I'd created awhile back (in the blurry noticeboard shot above), transformed in illustrator.

I have a big love for all things textile and textile designs (just look at my pinterest), and I have always loved patterns. I'm seeing possibilities everywhere, which is exciting. There is so much more to learn and I'm itching to get on with it.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Springtime in Paris.

So. I'm just back from ten days in Paris. Yep, a crazy impromptu trip, sans children, that I wouldn't have made if it weren't for the encouragement of Rodge. I got to travel with my mum and catch up with my sis, Tess, who has been living there (and hear her speak french, which I think is super cool). This was the first time overseas in five years. First time more than an hours drive away from my kids for a substantial period of time. It was a VERY BIG deal. Because it was a very big deal - here are about an hundred happy snaps.

1. I woke up super early the first morning and took a stroll around the freezing, almost deserted streets. This is Rue de Bearn looking towards Place des Vosges. 
2. The back of Tesse's head (she walks faster than me, always has) wandering through Jardin de Tuileries.
3. Fell completely in love with all the little white daisies popping up through the grass.
4. Sunshine. Jardin de Tuileries.
5. Egalité. Tess wandering the backstreets of Le Marais arrondissement.
6. Pink forget-me-nots! Who knew such things existed? Giverney.
7 - 10. Exploring Monet's garden. I've always wanted to go. So many bulbs - so unlike anything, ever in Sydney. (That's my mum wandering through the azaleas).
11. Haberdashery heaven.
12. Gorgeous carved pebbles in Musée Picasso. I also loved his torn collage bits.
13. Afternoon tea at Mariage Frères.
14. Blossom in Jardin de Anne Frank.
15. Centre Georges Pompidou. Paul Klee. Love.
16. Marché aux puces de Saint-Ouen.
17 - 18. Tess taking photos on la Promenade Plantée and blossom view from the promenade.
19. Palais Garnier.
20 - 21. Last day in Paris - enjoying the sunlight in Jardin du Luxembourg.

Highlights not pictured –
Palais de Tokyo. Loved it. Especially the current exhibition called Double Je, which was a collaboration between a vast number of artists and artisans to recreate studio spaces as though they were involved in part of a crime novel or murder mystery. Beautiful, dark and fun. (I instagrammed this).

Every other little Jardin we wandered across, often filled with blossoms or bulbs in flower, sometimes sculptures or art. Some had vineyards or orangeries. Walking or sitting on the grass seemed generally forbidden, then one sunny Sunday we wandered out from a metro trip to discover every square inch of grass covered with people soaking up the warmth. Also the Parisian play equipment seemed cooler than our daggy primary coloured Aussie stuff. And most Jardins/parks seemed to have market gardens/veggie patches within them.

Food. Tess made sure we didn't have a bad meal while we were there. Highlights included Ethiopian at Godjo, modern French fusion at Le Petit Marché and Poulette, bento boxes at Juji-ya that included mashed potato and green beans, falafel at Pitzman, the best seaweed salad I've ever had at Sanukiya, Hanks Vegan Burgers and my first ever vegan buffet at Soya. Whew! We certainly ate seriously well.

Riding the Metro. Every station was different - different fonts and chairs and mosaics and ads.