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ahoy there

lots of stuff is going on right now

not sure how to put it all in words. not sure if i should at all bother…

well lets start and then see how it goes

the war, people. the war is real.  the air raid sirens are real. the mortar rockets are real.

my ever strengthening faith is real too. the faith in evil.

the ninth month of my pregnancy is real.  the kicks and pushes to my insides are real.

isn’t that weird…

 

part of my man’s colleagues are recruited so he works double shifts now.  which is hard.

even though, we slowly prep and organise our flat, and do a ton of crafting, fixing, organising progects. which is awesome.

as for the couple-quality-time – it’s long gone.  that’s why i so smartly use the air-raid-sirens-hiding-in-the-bathroom-time as an extra hugging-time.

(officially we should be going to the staircase or a basement every time but we don’t)

 

other things i’m up to:

cooking efforts still going strong. kinda.

redoing and upcycling some of our furniture, all found on the streets or been given by friends and coworkers still going strong.

drawing…. going pretty weak…   🙂

here’s another sketch for my dad’s poem about an old sailor, where he tells picturesque stories about his adventures to kids

 

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p.s.   people had been really amasing and just won’t stop giving me all sorts of baby stuff. loads of it. i love it.  i love that it’s all second hand. love that it’s eco-friendly cause i don’t buy anything. love that it’s free. love that people i barely know care enough to do that. and i have so much of everything now i might start regretting i don’t have twins or something.  i was thinking when the time comes and i don’t need these things anymore i’d pass it to new emigrant single mothers or something.  russians are always so confused and smitten when someone is nice to them just because.  sad really.

p.p.s. latest film recommendation – ‘boyhood’.  haven’t seen it myself yet but looks like something extraordinary!

 

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my dad’s poem about a sea dog (wolf)

 

so my dad’s a poet. a children’s poet. writing in russian and living there.
he asked me to try to illustrate a couple of his older poems, both sea themed.

although my drawing skills r a bit rusty by now i started straight away. well, not straight away cause i did this before.

note: in russian a sea dog (an old experienced sailor) is called a sea wolf, so this whole poem is based on a play between the words wolf (animal) vs. a sea wolf (person)

and the poem goes like this:

i’ve heard lots of stories

but this one is weirder than most

a peculiar wolf lives in a seacoast village

never saw a rabbit

but often times whales and sharks

he swims crawl and breaststroke

otherwise he’d drown

and it’s not spooky to meet him on the street at night

since its known

that the wolf is completely tamed

he hangs out with a couple of monkeys

and his cap is askew

a bunch of boys running after him all day

is his tail

(be warned: translation mine, rough, lousy and not precise, but the main metaphors are all there)

that’s the half of the poem that u see on the sketches and there’s another half i don’t have sketches for yet

the cookies are my take on nigel slater‘s  festive chocolate flapjacks

i think i like the guy and his easy recipies being a girl who grew up in a family where the mother didn’t cook (AT ALL) and the father cooked just really basic stuff (since he had to). i like how he talks about cooking as an expression of sympathy and appreciation. of love really. i think it puts me in a right mindset and keeps me motivated. most of the time.

and this is what i baked last weekend, a beer bread: bottle of beer flour salt some sugar, that’s it. so easy to make i almost didn’t believe the outcome would be good. but it was.

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beer bread. if i can do it and it’s edible – anyone can!

 

 

and lastly a photo of me at work for your viewing pleasure.

love location photos. or should i call it environment or setting photos, i don’t know.

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yours truly backstage

 

i work in props and costumes department of a local national theatre, remember?

 

until next time,

be well and exercise,

me

 

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here’s a new sketch  for the book i’m trying to illustrate

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can you guess what’s he smoking? yep, you guessed right.  go read the flavia de luce series and see for yourself.
here’s a little research on the characters faces-

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p.s. been watching some episodes of the duck dynasty and thought there’s something familiar about the robertson family but couldn’t quite put the finger on it. but then i saw it: my ukranian cousins-in-law share some of the same redneckness. minus the humor- MAJOR drawback. minus the beards- well, i don’t know, i like beards but beards THAT long? a bit much even for me. 🙂

boy do they love their meat….
oh, and minus the guns, thank God.

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i’ve transfered the outlines onto a thicker paper already and blocked in the main colors. nothing interesting thought just yet.

on an unrelated note: i’ve read on some blog about someones trip to israel and felt that that the vacating family was led astray a little. not that i want to ruin someones vacation memories or anything. but.

the truth is: israel is really unpretty. like, PAINFULLY unpretty. considering that not that long ago it was just a bunch of rocks and sand it’s amazing off course.
but most of it’s middle and southern parts are just nothing to look at.

so! i saw this japanese movie the other day. didn’t understand most of it. like, the logic behind characters actions for example. googled it and came accross the wabi-sabi concept…..
in this wabi sabi spirit of accepting the imperfection of the world i think i’m gonna document this real side of israel here from time to time.

IMG_4092urban sculptures  – most of the time a bunch of metal junk glued together in a disturbing (freudistic?)  fashion…..

p.s. learned a new word the other day –

teetotal

is it just the russian-israeli-jewish-tatar me or is it hilarious?

my way of remembering it:  tee – sounds like tea, so teetotal is a person only/totally just drinking tea (as opposed to alchohol)

have a good day everyone.

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here’s some new characters and a new drawing in progress

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a widower and his daughters are having dinner and a housekeeper brings a dessert they all hate but are to polite to admit it

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there’s not too many things in this world i can relate to more than the utter misery of being repeatedly urged to eat by an intrusive host.
the food might be good and if i am lucky not very unhealthy but somehow still i want it to be my own decision.
but alas, i’m pale and thin and not much of an eater. easy target for a certain type of people (ukranian middle aged women mainly) 🙂
but than again i get to really master all the “no thank you” thing…

p.s   just stumbled across Gareth Malone’s programm “the choir”.
the guy is awesome.

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this is how it looks for now.  first scene.

nineteen more to go. jesus.

well, ok, maybe fifteen. we’ll see.

and then i’ll start painting/coloring them.

i intend to do at least two attempts

of each scene.

p. s.  thanks for all the kind likes, people of the world,

and have a great and productive day if it’s day where you are,

and happy night dreams (preferably flying over amazing landscapes- my favourite) if it’s night

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well,… i think this was the most tedious sketch i’ve ever done. it involved loads of heavy googling for retro lab equipment and victorian interiors and such like (english garden, 1950s girls dress, victorian rug, microscope…..), cause you know i’ve never had any reason to know how these things really look like before.
hours of staring on late 19th early 20th century photos made me realize maybe it’s time to consider getting glasses more seriously. well, what can i say, the toughest part is definitely not yet behind me.

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