I was on memory road when I pulled out my sketch of a grandparent doing the washing for the theme of "routine". So when I saw the theme for this Friday of "memories" I was tickled pink. Many of my comments from routine had stirred some memories, some very heart felt, thanks for them. This group of houses is where I grew up. My childhood memories back in the UK. I drew this with the copic markers, I love using them. I drew this from memory and enjoyed every moment of reminiscing that went with it. Of course It doesn't look quite like this now, this is my child memory. Thats me out the front on the path with a friend. You remember the days when children played in the street unsupervised. I'd push my dolls pram with my dolls up and down the path for hours. Dressing up in mums old stilleto heels was always fun, along with a few other dress ups. Clop, clop I'd go all the way to the top of the road. I was only allowed to go as far as Mrs. Jones' and then gradually I was allowed all the way to top, but not across the road. Oh the memories of being a child living in that street. I ended up drawing a whole series of houses from my child hood and adult memory of living in UK. I put them in my journal as my life stages, my grandparents home, my first home when married, the next house and then finally here emigrated to Australia. Enjoy your own memories
Friday, August 29, 2008
Memories
I was on memory road when I pulled out my sketch of a grandparent doing the washing for the theme of "routine". So when I saw the theme for this Friday of "memories" I was tickled pink. Many of my comments from routine had stirred some memories, some very heart felt, thanks for them. This group of houses is where I grew up. My childhood memories back in the UK. I drew this with the copic markers, I love using them. I drew this from memory and enjoyed every moment of reminiscing that went with it. Of course It doesn't look quite like this now, this is my child memory. Thats me out the front on the path with a friend. You remember the days when children played in the street unsupervised. I'd push my dolls pram with my dolls up and down the path for hours. Dressing up in mums old stilleto heels was always fun, along with a few other dress ups. Clop, clop I'd go all the way to the top of the road. I was only allowed to go as far as Mrs. Jones' and then gradually I was allowed all the way to top, but not across the road. Oh the memories of being a child living in that street. I ended up drawing a whole series of houses from my child hood and adult memory of living in UK. I put them in my journal as my life stages, my grandparents home, my first home when married, the next house and then finally here emigrated to Australia. Enjoy your own memories
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Great memory and imagery!
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what a lovely drawing. the houses here are much duller but one's memory always shows things that are better than they actually were.
really like the kiddies playing on the pavement. yes, sigh, those were the days.
Wonderful details!
Thanks for your comments and compliments they make me feel all warm and fuzzy, a feeling which is not normal for a person with a hard exoskelton.... he he he
I love your drawing and using the markers really adds to the childlike memories of the piece.. I agree, this was such a fun topic, and it is nice to see most people are coming up with memories that are sweet and special.
I love your colors! Must be a very vivid memory!
How utterly charming! I bet that was a beautiful neighborhood. Must have been for you to remember it as such. Fantastic houses! And yes, those were the days when we played out on the sidewalk by ourselves. sigh.
Ah, I have fond memories of my grandmother. Wonderful detail and color.
Very nice work. I am impressed at your memory illustrations. :)
That's definitely a sweet and fun memories! The house is so beautifully done, I'm sure they look great in real too!
How did you remember that?! I couldn't draw how our house looked in England! Awesome!
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