I always loved this expression ‘wee bit’. Love the sound of it, unreal word.

Here is a wee bit of magic..

I often struggle with series it seems, when it is  planed; less intuitive, less spontaneous,  the magic doesn’t appear easily. If not at all!

I had created this cute face with a rabbit suit out of nowhere last week end and was totally smitten by him. So I decided to try a series. 


Not quite there…

  Certainly a wee bit of fun;)


How to deal with disappointment?
and where does it lead us…

I was so looking forward to this camping trip. I couldn’t wait to be far away, disconnected, in a remote place. In the W i l d. 

We prepared for some time. We talked about it. So many times. And prepared more.
We were so ready, organized. All the gear, the extra stuff that you need when you go remote. The spare tires, the fuel, the extra fuel, food, good food. R e a d y !

I had bought myself a gorgeous watercolor paper Moleskine art journal and planned to take with me Jo Bertini – Fieldwork, a beautiful book about sketches and gouache she made in the desert, as my inspiration! I visualized myself being immersed in the endless scenery, the wilderness, the absence of connection, the nature everywhere, feeding me…

I could see myself drawing the landscape, sitting in the shade of a gum tree, chasing the flies away, drawing, feeling, drawing, breathing….

But the camping trip was cut short. Two smashed tires on a hard gravel road. So we came back earlier. Darn!
And here I am reading blogs, checking my phone, pesting against the walls I am entrenched in.

I will paint instead, and meditate; will wait for the next trip…
for the next adventure.

I am weary.

Camping studio 


Our camping trip was cut very short. Two smashed tires in the middle of nowhere on the Gibb River Road obliged us to return.

No 1


No 2…..  In a 20-minute interval

No spare anymore at this stage and the daylight fading beautifully on us.. 


The beauty surrounding us was breathtaking. Camping in the wild is always nurturing, even in blemished circumstances. 



Unforgiving Gibb Road. Certainly reknown for its challenges. 

 My expression of it all, once back home. 

The face of disappointment   

Very grateful to be able to express those feelings through creativity;)

Going out bush

We are getting ready for our camping trip to a remote place in the Kimberley’s in WA. I can’t wait to be disconnected from the rest of the world, where no internet connection nor wifi rein. Only the wild open sky. 

Camping is so much about being in the present moment; the pace is so different, the sounds, the amazing scenery that swallows us. 

With me of course: art supplies, art journal, camera and tripod. 




The seasons in the Northern Territory are so different from everything I grew up with. The dry season dries everything very quickly, including paint. That’s where I’d need to work with oils. Acrylics tends to dry instantly at the moment. 

Acrylics on paper


Sketching with Stabilo All Marks


She didn’t turn up the way I wanted, but they never do! 

This is only the second time I created a face at this scale and on my new upgraded-by-my-husband easel s’il vous plait;)


I’m feeling joyful about the direction my art is taking me…finding my own voice slowly. How exciting ;)
This one above was part of my 100 faces. She transformed quite a bit and feels more alive, with chaos and complexity. 


I love scribbling and marking randomly the paper,  making stains, erasing and scratching… It’s freeing and the result is often interesting, with depth…it tells a story somehow. 

Intuitive painting