The activity books that I illustrated for KidSigns are for sale in the Bruna in Rijen, The Netherlands! That is great news: learning sign language in a playful way has become a little more readily available!
Here are the KidSigns reporters delivering the first books! (btw the champagne they drink is kids’ lemonade champagne – Jip en Janneke champagne – We might be quite liberal in the Netherlands, but underage alcohol consumption is just as illegal as anywhere, as it should be!)
Been reading Dr Daniel Amen‘s book Change Your Brain Change Your Life to get more understanding of my own mental health and my history with anxiety and depression.
That book has been a gem and I feel I am learning vital facts about myself that brought a lot of AHA-moments! It also inspired this comic…about my Amygdala; bless her, she is working so hard and doing her best… ❤
I love drawing and I love expressing myself in slightly different ways and play with digital collaging, thread & needle and ink & watercolour.
Drawing sometimes feels more like playful writing!
No matter how gloomy your thoughts…your heart will always send inspiration to shift the vibrations…your heart ALWAYS has your back…just listen…! ❤
Who is Dolores?
Will they ever find her?
The story continues!
The Search For Dolores – story will be shown at the Dalston Open Studios Day on Saturday 8th September! More information will follow!
I’ve been working on a graphic novel telling my mum’s story. At the moment I am letting memories flow and eventually I will put them together. I realised this story is not just about my mum’s illness and her choice to end her life by means of Euthanasia. It is also about my relationship with her. Her illness is closely linked with my history with depression. It is a story of pure love and emotional chaos.
But it is not all serious! My mum was a wonderful, warm-hearted and passionate woman…with her own special way of dealing with toddler problems; I used to break my grandmother’s cigarettes, which were always in a glass jar on her table. To be fair, it must feel incredibly satisfying to break a cigarette, I can just imagine it now…and I always like to think that in my innocence I was trying to tell my Oma that this was an unhealthy habit and she should just stop it 😉
One day my mum told me to put one of the cigarettes in my mouth and she lit it, instructing me to inhale deeply. “En nu heel diep inademen.”
She’d told me that for a moment she feared she’d actually killed me but luckily I managed to breathe again…eventually!
I’ve never touched a cigarette since. I never even smoked, though there were other factors that played a part in my teenage years why I didn’t choose to smoke. Still, being nearly choked to death by cigarette smoke undoubtedly played a big part!
The joys of 1970’s parenting! 😉
Working on a new long-drawing…and here is a little snippet…
The adventures in digital collaging continues…. capturing my mum’s determination to see the beauty in life, while Crohn’s would always be present.