On Wednesday, we spent time in London and visited the Illustration Cupboard in the evening to meet Lisbeth Zwerger! Some of her original watercolour paintings were exhibited and it was so wonderful to see them. The next day, of course, I was tempted to pull out my watercolour, taking a break from linocut and rubber stamps.
I had been using the left over inks that I brought back from printmaking room before I graduated but now they are almost over and also getting dry. So I finally got a few colours on my own the other day, telling myself that I won't buy anything else this week! They are quite expensive! The inks I got are water soluble ones. Although they are not as strong as the oil-based, real printmaking inks, I found them very easy to handle especially since I work in my room with butter knives and a cutting board. Now I am happily printing!
But I really miss the selection of colour paper in Japan. Even art shops in London don't have much variety in type nor colour!
After the course I had not been able to start a new project for ages. Maybe I needed a little push. Perhaps I was still in a holiday mood. The summer is now over and the light and the air of September sometimes reminds me of the first time I saw these scenery in Cambridge. I feel so strange to notice that I am not going back to school this time. But I shall start making a new story!
Gannet is certainly one of my favorite birds in UK! I will never get tired of drawing them.
Because of the wind, there was one point at the edge of the cliff where Gannets always soared still for a few seconds with the same posture. I tried to practice drawing flying birds.
My Japanese friends came to visit me and we traveled up to Yorkshire moors together. Heather was in full bloom.
Ilkley Moor We wandered around the moor for hours.
"it’s just miles and miles and miles of wild land that nothing grows on but heather and gorse and broom, and nothing lives on but wild ponies and sheep.” “I feel as if it might be the sea, if there were water on it,” said Mary. from The Secret Garden
Nothing lasts forever. And sometimes we say goodbye at the fork in the road. Because we choose to walk on the way that each of us wants to be. But you never know, the roads may cross each other again sometime.