Ok, so my Strathmore mixed media journal isn't really made of gold, but the metallic paints meandering over the cover and the gold edges inspired by illuminated manuscripts have given it something of a reputation as a golden sketchbook. This was the first sketchbook...
Not much time for sketching in Paris, so this was my last drawing for the trip. I was flat out with the conference and soaking up everything I could see.
My sister speaks French quite well, and simply groaned when she saw what I wrote on this page. I promise I was joking with my pigeon French!
Beautiful summer’s day. A family drive around the French countryside. Then lunch in a sunny courtyard. Don’t know how I coped 🙂
A cheeky little guy on a baguette bag formed the perfect base for this colour pencil drawing of my sister’s collection of brilliant tomatoes
Sunset by the river in Quissac, watching the reflections off the river as we munch through our pizza and sip our wine. Doesn’t get much better than that.
Summer in southern France. Doesn’t get much better than sitting out under the trees for every meal, admiring the stunning millhouse where we are staying.
Such a lovely quiet day sketching around the millhouse. All went smoothly until I dropped my paintbrush into the stream and I didn’t have another one!
A blissful day on my own wandering around the millhouse with my watercolours. So much peace. It was gorgeous.
What would a visit to France be without garlic? We couldn’t possibly have eaten that much, but they looked so much like flowers that Michele couldn’t resist