So - as I've mentioned before, I've been sketching. Not as much as planned (I should change the name of my plan from A Sketch A Day to A Sketch a Month) but more than I did before. Having sketched my children, my Mum, flowers from the garden, I needed new subject matter. I've been collecting pots, jugs bowls etc for twenty years. They're dotted all over the house, their uses as varied as their shapes and colours. I explained to Isadora that when she inherits them she can look at them and think that those pots represent everything her Mum loved: the perfect palette, the perfect decor in a room, the perfect containers for flowers or a colorful dish of food. They each represent a moment in my life, people I've cared about, places I've lived, my changing hopes and aspirations - like most collections. Isadora, of course, looked at me blankly, wondering how a load of old pots could carry such significance.
So I gathered them all together and started to sketch. After five fairly fruitless minutes of that I decided these pots deserved a better method of memorialising them and decided to take some pics instead. Isadora helped me arrange them into little settings, based on shapes and colours, and I thought (not for the first time) how much I'd love to be a home decor stylist.
I wanted to put all this effort to good use in a group of designs so came up with these. I loved extracting the shapes and patterns and was reminded of my degree projects all those years ago.