Procura a tua centelha

Seja na lavandaria de self-service, ou num encontro com tias aborrecidas, ou porque não enquanto os seus alunos fazem um teste (caso seja docente).
Aliar actividades é o mesmo que matar dois coelhos com uma cajadada só, e uma delas pode funcionar como ignição da outra, ou para dissipar a atenção se se preferir ;-)

Wasserpark Floridsdorf
granite sobre paper A5

Lavandaria self-service Green Clean
grafite e marcadores sobre papel A5

Era o que tinha à frente

5 a 10 minutes, sem me demorar muito ali sentada, pois que a intenção era caminhar.

grafite, lápis de cor e cores de feltro sobre papel A6

Ao calhas

Era isto entre um amontoado em cima da mesa da sala.

técnica mixta sobre papel A6

Dois lustres

grafite 2B e 4B, lápis branco e marcadores PITT artist pen,
sobre cartolina.

grafite 2B e 4B,
sobre papel.

As fotos foram tiradas só depois dos esboços feitos.

No final do dia

Novas experiências

Um novo local.
A primeira vez com marcadores.

Jarro de amendoins, amendoas e nozes

HUMM....I SMELL....

There is an aroma in the air that fills the house up. And I’m the guilty one.

I love to bake… I felt like doing some scones but not just any scones, it had to be my type of scones. What do I mean by it? I just can’t help myself and add an extra ingredient or two…

This time was butterscotch syrup.

I can hear the other resident impatient to try them… I can hear also a terrible silence that hit this house yesterday…my loving “sister” is gone and the house feels empty.

The recipe I’ve tried, I’ve seen it in a book “Let’s Get Cooking” and it’s a basic Scone recipe but I found out that it’s called Drop Scones. Because they don’t raise like the “normal” scones.

Golden round big coins…

When you break one in half… the smell of it… hummm Delicious…. It’s to die for…

Side sauce..Go on guess which???? Of course, it had to be butterscotch syrup.

You just can’t have enough of it.

I just love cooking….I love my cooking…

My cooking let me tell you, feels like home to me. For those who don’t feel at home anywhere will understand me when I say this…

My cooking is my comfort, my fluffy slippers to walk around the house, my favorite sofa, my favorite warm blanket…

My cooking is Delicious.

Easter Bunny

Thomas meu filhote....

Keeping promises...

I kept my promise :D writing with sketch...

"Late breakfast...Although I woke up early... Breakfast in my room although its forbitten... There are some rules meant to be broken from time to time. 
How peacefull my drawing looks compared to the noises I'm hearing outside. Cars, even an airplain, people talking.
I need stillness today... So I look at my drawing.
I can smell the odor of coffee, true coffee on its making... from coffee beans... What a glorious smell....
My mouth is full of this taste, taste of my vice. It warms me up, this coffe makes me feel at home.
It's called Delta, it's from Portugal. Still feel the taste of a golden toast with strawberry jam.... Delicious. You can see a bit left on my plate, on my drawing.
Where did the sun go.... It was a beautiful morning, the sunshine was so strong that I didn't put my T-shirt on me....
I see the shadows shifting has the day grows gray every minute that passes.... I look at my drawing it's still warm... I look at the drawing and realize I have a book to read "Words for Wellbeing"...