Life’s been a whirlwind, reader. So much to do, and so many things inspiring me. Grateful for the days when energy and good health can keep up with my intentions! Here are some drawings from the past few months –
A sunrise walk with the brown boy, who tells me that I steamroll across life with my overblown sense of purpose. Good to know that I guess. Anyway, who can be mad at him for long? At breakfast we caught up on gossip we couldn’t share in front of the little tornado (who was in school).
Font: Cantoni Pro
I’m always more prolific in April, maybe because I’m an April girl? And looking through old posts, found some of my favorites
Me meets me (2012)
Paris Cafe (2012)
The Body Rebels (2009)
Here are the original drawings on our wall. I sometimes catch the little tornado showing them to his friends and giggling. And my heart is full.
In April I always posted holiday sketches. Here’s
Rajasthan – Part 1: The Bikaner diaries – Part 2: Jaisalmer (2008)
Rishikesh, lord of the senses (2014)
Sri Lanka (2017) – Part 1 – Part 2
and even, Space Travel (2011)
Birthday posts, of course –
Turning thirty which was my mid-life crisis and I decided to leave my very well-paying job and the lovely brown boy and go study in a remote country for two years.
Top 5 Best Birthday Gifts of All Time (2007) after I had just read High Fidelity.
Age Appropriate (2016)
Milestone posts, like
Our Labour Story (actually 2015 but posted in 2018)
Olinda App (2013), which is one of my favorite pieces of my own work and for which I got my first US patent
Masters Thesis (2010)
Noseburn (2009), when Ananya and Jedi rode off across India
and some other cute stuff
Getting Fed by chefs in Swedish cafes (2010)
Reasons to Live (2008)
Twitter’s taking over (2009) when I was OD’ing on it
and some inspiration (2019)
And this drawing from January – is there anything as wonderful as looking back on old journals? Austin Kleon agrees with me too.
For me they are a portal to return myself back to me.
When the world is hostile it’s wonderful to be welcomed back to myself.