My messy desk, with a lunch tray to mix paint on and thin out ink. A stray map of Savannah. Some text books I never open.
New drawing on a lonely old paper bag. Just the beginning stage here.
Started these on scrap paper I have hoarded. I love them with all my heart, but they won't look this way for long. Soon they'll get a wash of white to push it all into the background to anchor new drawings.
Ugh, they're so cute. I'll remember you acrylic messes.
It's late January and I'm already aching for springtime. I am dreaming about camping in the warm weather and splashing around in the ocean, or river or lake; I'm none too picky at this point, I just want to smell the freshness of the water and warm rocks beneath my feet.
In the winter all you can smell is the cold. I've been opening the window at night to let some fresh air in and feel the breeze on my skin. I think the house gets so stagnant in winter and sometimes it's nice to fill up the house with the sharp smell of the cold. I don't mind the shivers too much but I'd rather be basking in the sun.
For the time being, I am immersing myself in images.
My name is Malinda Jane. I don't know lots of things. I'm skilled at running away. I collect found objects. I love the smell of lavender and mint. I throw clean clothes in piles on my floor. I never make the bed. Strangers make me nervous. I drive like an old woman. I draw on paper napkins.
I write a blog about art and fashion and food and life.