… just because …
… just because …
A pattern swatch today. While I designed it with my art nouveau project in mind, I’m liking the idea of this as a fabric print – perhaps fashioned into an elegant tea dress for a summer afternoon.
I feel the sewing machine calling 🙂
Two cranes today. I love drawing birds – one of my favourite subjects, whether realistic or stylised.
My initial sketches were done with a stylus on my tablet. I then recreated them as vector drawings and blocked out some shading. I now have scalable graphics that will make nice embellishments for an art nouveau styled poster layout.
Some more vector brushes.
The moth pattern uses the same hand-drawn beastie I used for the repeating pattern.
The leaf and fence patterns below are drawn digitally. I’ll be adding some hand-drawn ‘finials’ to these, which will occupy any corners when using the brush to draw boxes and borders.
Today I’ve made some decorative vector brushes to use in my projects – they’ll make nice page borders and dividers. To make them, I start with hand drawn elements, then convert them to vector format before defining how the brush will work.
There’s also a simple acorn pattern, continuing with the natural elements I’ve been including in this week’s designs. Like the brushes, I’ve been making this week’s patterns from simple, hand-drawn elements, which I then digitise to make a seamless repeat.
Happy Saturday 🙂
The third member of my pixie band. If she’s reaching for the belladonna…beware!
The culmination of this week’s flower drawings…the summer afternoon that lives in my imagination.
Today’s flower is the Lesser Celandine – known in some places as April’s Eye. A cheery little flower that lasts through the spring, only to fade as the summer begins, its golden glow absorbed by the glory of the prevailing sun.
The Day’s Eye opens again today. This little image represents the Common Daisy, kin to the Oxeye. Giggling girls would sit weaving them into garlands on sunny afternoons, like Norns in miniature, dreaming their fates. I hear their quiet chants…he loves me, he loves me not…cast like petals into the breeze.