I clawed a few days entirely to myself and took myself off to Whitstable to relax. I had no concrete plans and wanted to stay free from pressure to 'create', but still I took a rucksack full of supplies and a couple of inspirational books, just in case.
I felt as though I wanted to come home knowing what my next project was, that was all. In the midst of work and family, I find I need to know what I'm working on to stand any chance of grabbing the spare half hour that appears a couple of evenings each week and letting art win out over TV.
It was blissful. There was no TV or Wifi in the flat, so I was nudged out of my lazy moments, and I found myself happily pootling with tea staining, collage and book forms. I returned to my black sketchbook - which I'll share at a later date - and I have settled on my next, slow project ... to make a book of my wedding diaries, which I began long ago and abandoned.
But for now, for this trip, I was every bit as playful as I'd hoped!


But for now, for this trip, I was every bit as playful as I'd hoped!