Peace

Peace

I painted the background to this page before my trip to France, thinking that I’d find something appropriate to stick on it. I didn’t. But last week I was at my parents’ place in Queenscliff, sitting outside in the shade overlooking the garden, and...
Paris

Paris

Unsurprisingly, this was my last journal entry for France. We got to Paris and the last five days of our trip went by in a flash. I was pleased with our conference presentation. Proud just to be there really, although still shocked that I got to go. I never imagined...
Nimes to Paris

Nimes to Paris

It was sad to say goodbye to the millhouse which had treated us so well, but exciting to head off to Paris. After all, I had a conference to go to, so there was work to be done! We caught the fast train, carrying along a picnic of baguettes, smelly cheese and red...
Lunch in a French courtyard

Lunch in a French courtyard

We didn’t eat out that often, but this day we went for a drive around the local villages and stopped for lunch. We sat in a shady courtyard opposite the restaurant and took our time checking out the menu and laughing with the outrageous waitress. You...
Baguette bag and tomatoes

Baguette bag and tomatoes

I love this cheeky little guy chewing away on his baguette! The bag he lives on became part of my background. I found it impossible to resist, and with a little white paint on top it became the perfect surface for a new collection of “Drawing Tomatoes” as...
Quissac, south of France

Quissac, south of France

We decided to eat out one night in the local village of Quissac. We had been in several times, and each visit it seemed completely different. We had browsed the local shops most mornings, attempting to speak French (in my case extremely badly) while buying some...
Table under the trees

Table under the trees

This is my sister and her friend sitting under the tree out the front of our millhouse  (notice I refer to it as “our” millhouse!) And that’s the table where we enjoyed so many amazing meals in such a short time. Every day was clear, sunny and around...
Quissac Millhouse – view from the weir

Quissac Millhouse – view from the weir

… And this is where I dropped my one and only paintbrush into the river. Oops. Double oops, when I found out how hard it was to get a good watercolour brush in the middle of the French countryside! And so I started to concentrate on colour pencil. Wish I’d...
Quissac Millhouse – view from the bridge

Quissac Millhouse – view from the bridge

I had one day at the millhouse all to myself – a wonderful luxury for someone who is used to either being home looking after kids or at work all the time! I really relished my quiet day. I had a big supply of fresh chocolate croissants, baguettes and cheese so I...
Michele’s garlic

Michele’s garlic

Okay – so it was the turn of the garlic to pose. My sister was very proud of this bunch of amazing pink garlic. Gathered together they looked just like a bunch of flowers. What’s more, they posed well, and didn’t take off mid drawing! I prepared this...
Under the shade tree, South of France

Under the shade tree, South of France

The millhouse was in a big block of land right on the river bank. Lots of trees around to lounge under, including this one. My sister looked out the window one night and thought she saw the moon .. then another one … and another one .. and another one. Turned...
Michele’s French vegies

Michele’s French vegies

I have never seen so many different types of tomatoes in one place – thanks to my sister’s love of markets. I was trying to catch them here, but I obviously took too long, as my arrangement kept disappearing and being eaten! I used watercolours and colour...