This one is for October and the story behind it is that much as I love Halloween and all that comes with it - the one thing I don't do is take my girls trick or treating. It's a throw back from how I was bought up, echos of my parents saying "no child of mine is going begging round the neighbours!" It's kind of stuck. I have no problem with them going to Halloween parties or even dressing up and dishing out the sweets at our door... what a mean old mum eh?
This one is for November. It's probably one of the more personal ones I've done and it's taken me a long time to do it, I've been putting it off. I'm actually a little uncomfortable showing these pages, how silly? I don't want people to think this is me all the time - it's rare but when it hits, it's not nice. It details how I have in recent years owned up to bouts of blackness - not to anyone in particular - more to myself, you know? November was a particularly bad month, which I've detailed in the book but wont go into on the blog... Basically, this is kind of how I feel when it hits. In the dark, all alone, even though part of me knows my family is there and I'm so lucky to have them... when I'm happy I just hope that they'll carry on waiting for me in those dark times to help me back into the light and still love me.
Ahem. So anyway. These pages were done in watercolour crayon, biro and fineliner pen. It all came together pretty quickly when I got bum sat down and mind on it - should tell me something eh?I've fallen quite a way behind with these sketchbooks and the reason behind November is partly why. The other girls in the group have been very understanding even without knowing all the facts, I'm on a roll now though. The mojo seems to be back and I've got a couple more sketchbooks here to finish up in various stages of drying/pondering so hopefully I'll be showing those soon.