Brushes

I really want to learn to make brushes, I think it all started with my grandparents house, they had a little sideboard halfway down the stairs with a little silver tray with a clothes brush on top, maybe a mirror too but I don't really remember. Then there was this on one of my favourite blogs. I started bookmarking my favourite examples and saving images of beautiful brushes.
At HAY in Copenhagen I almost splurged on some of the beautiful brushes they stock

& then just a week or so ago, or more like a month now (who's keeping track anyway?)at New Designers I saw the work of the very talented Sharon Adams and was captivated once again!

Then I discovered that as well as being beautifully made that Iris Hantverk brushes are in fact made in Sweden by visually impaired craftsmen, so incredible

So this is it - I'm gonna make some brushes- you heard me. I said it out loud and into the ether to now I have to make it happen!
and my parting gift to you, THIS guy!

Esther Stewart

I stumbled upon Esther Stewart a couple of weeks ago and fell a bit in love with her work, her colour palette is perfect and the idea is so simple but the execution is beautifully done. I guess she's considered a fine artist but this series appeals to my product and furniture love. I have the perfect lofty style apartment to put these in (well in my head I do) SO SO GOOD!
I've been trying and failing to find her official webspace, so if anyone knows of its existence please yell! There's a bit about her here





All images Lucy Feagins

On longing

For the countryside
For the Seaside
For a workshop, a bonfire, a chicken coop

Herriott Grace from Supplemental on Vimeo.

I just watched this film about Herriott Grace for the second time and it's just as beautiful as I remember. I love getting caught up in the city- don't get me wrong. Getting lost, squashed in the crowd, finding my way home again. But sometimes I really miss the sea and I miss Wales and I miss dog walking and skimming stones. Today, well today just happens to be one of those days. One of those Sundays.

A nice reminder of how therapeutic the lathe is, and how much I really need to invest in one! It's only been about a month since I waved goodbye to the one at school but it feels like forever ago already!