Sparrow Studio needed a good clean up.
It goes through an identity crisis every year through the months of November & December
as Santa & Mrs. Claus need it for gift hiding space.
My large art table serves as the perfect gift wrapping station, and after a month of bringing out decorative stamps and scissors and all sorts of tapes, it was time to put each and every item back in it's own spot!
Of course, once I started, I got a bit side tracked which always happens when I get to pulling out pieces from the very back of my storage cupboard.
Looking through really OLD pieces of art work & all the memories that are attached.
Some almost 30 years OLD.
I started to remember "my style" back then...
before my automobile accident which caused me to put away the pencils, paints and brushes.
So happy & grateful to be painting again xoxo
I found the tiniest pencil sketches of bunnies ...
and little water coloured owls...
lots of sketches of my daughter {I would sketch her as she played} ...
tiny doggies appeared in stories I wrote for my children when they were little...
and told them about my sweet little bunny Cinders who had a black smudge across his nose that looked like Cinder dust ...
Since my children had hamsters all through their childhood,
it was only fitting that I would turn all their quirky escapades into stories ...
like toast & raspberry jam loving hamsters :-)
this one was called
"Under the Sunflower trees"
when you are as tiny as a hamster,
sunflowers really do look like trees :-)
sketches of cuddles with my son ...
when my daughter left for University, as well as daily phone calls, we would write letters to each other. Every letter included a little something ... a 'just because' ♥
and always a quote I thought she would love.
time to get back to cleaning & organizing...
***
Our treasure
lies in the beehives
of our knowledge.
We are perpetually on our way thither,
being by nature winged insects
and honey gatherers of the mind.
The only thing that lies close to our heart
is the desire
to bring something home
to the hive.
~Friedrich Nietzsche~