The time has come to move the little Hakes Herd onto pastures new. There is a certain sadness and anxiety that seems to get packed into all the boxes. The last few days have hovered with unsaid thoughts in parenthesis (this is the last time I will do this), (this is the last time I will see this place like this).
|The Sketchbook Project 2011, Pages 6 and 7|
I was writing to a dear friend this week, explaining how the uprooting is for the best and yet it is painful. Bits of the roots get left behind, deep in the earth, unseen. The wrench and tear is unsettling, makes one question reasoning, decisions and logic.
|The Sketchbook Project 2011, Pages 28 and 29|
I've been remembering the sketchbook that I did for the Art House Sketchbook Project 2011 (you can see it online here
). In the sketchbook I was given as part of the 2011 project I illustrated a little girl and her stuffed newt, Cedric, and told a story. A story about the search for a place to call Home.
|The Sketchbook Project 2011, Pages 68 and 69|
With scissors, brown parcel tape and bubble wrap in hand I wonder about our new home. I wonder about the colour of the light in this new place we have yet to find. I wonder about the new places we will discover, new wild places, new shorelines.
|The Sketchbook Project 2011, Pages 52 and 53|
Expect a somewhat intermittent service here on the Hybrid Handmade blog and some periods of radio silence. On wards and up wards mes amis!
|The Sketchbook Project 2011, Pages 24 and 25|