The following is from a dream sequence:
A couple of acquaintances from a sailing club were vehement that they knew where in the Whitsundays this was. It was inspired, however, by the Brisbane River . . . A quick sketch at Uni in the late 70s that helped keep me sane ☺ By the way, with most of my sketches, as they weren't of a commercial quality, if someone said they liked them I gave the sketch to them. As a result, I generally have very few with me, but they're doing some good elsewhere, so I'm reasonably content.
My contribution to a high school magazine (an exercise in perspective . . . and sailing - this had been kept by my parents, and I found it after they passed):
There is a story to this next one, which is from primary school. The teacher liked the original so she kept it for herself, and did another one for the competition we were doing this exercise for (I came second). A friend then liked it so much I did one for him. Then someone spilled water over the copy for the competition, so I did a fourth one, by which stage I was getting tired (and a bit stressed - this was all in an hour), which is why the headsails don't line up with the mast heads. (It's also suffered a bit of wear and tear over half a century or so.)
This last one is a poor quality scan of a poor photo. The sketch, done in the 80s I think, was, in many ways, my best, in my opinion. I threw it out when I was thinking of suicide (my partner at the time didn't have a clue what was going on - which is part of why she is an ex-). I am, however, planning on recreating a version of it for my main blog header at some stage. It's here as a reminder to me of that commitment.
I have resumed sketching - and am having another go at using colour, but I suspect I will wind up staying with my favourite - black and white.
Copyright © Kayleen White, 2020 (where this date is different to the year of publication, it is because I did the post some time ago and then used the scheduling feature to delay publication) I take these photographs and undertake these writings – and the sharing of them – for the sake of my self expression. I am under no particular illusions as to their literary or artistic merit, and ask only that any readers do not have any undue expectations. If you consider me wrong, then publish me – with full credit and due financial recompense, of course :)
