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A bit of this, that and the other…

Whatever I like, I either commit to memory, sketch or lazily capture on cameras…

Enjoy…

x FJ x

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This print was cut after I had a few thoughts about how I perceive my imagination and sometimes my defiance. How people all over the world face various atrocities in their respective country’s, homes and often by their own people etc. It made me think about how amazing the human mind, psychology or heart is. I started thinking about how we have imprisoned people who have stood up for their rights and the rights of others, how people just go missing or get in to trouble for speaking their mind and writing what they believe in (the likes of Ai Weiwei, Hu Jia, Nien Cheng, Aung San Suu Kyi, Parvin Ardalan among so many more!).

But what I find amazing is that you can imprison a person, torture them and hurt them in many ways than one but you cannot exactly hold their minds captive or at least, not for long. In fact, I believe you cannot (fully) restrict their mind and will (unless they let you?). I truly believe our abilities in terms of our imagination, our mind can wander and still be free even when you keep our bodies captive.

We may be restricted by our social, religious or political constraints, but we are and never will be truly imprisoned. And as long as people believe and exercise their right to imagine, create and build, keep alive memories and works of those who struggled and lost their lives and those who are still under some sort of oppression, they will continue to live on in our hearts and mind. No wonder we are declared dead only after the brain gives in…

So, you can lock us up wherever you may seem fit but only we can truly imprison ourselves…

Thank you for looking!

xx

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So, among my many loves, I have a huge love for Letterpress!

I cannot imagine a world without it. It would be colourless and most importantly, texture-less and that, in itself is a crime that cannot go noticed (or unpunished for that matter! To the guillotine I say!). For me to truly experience something, it has to be both visually and tactile (oh, and sometimes by smell! especially little goodies meant for my tummy!). I have a habit of touching everything, I have to constantly remind myself not to when I am in a museum. No, really… I stick a thumb under my satchel strap, easing it’s weight off and the other hand holds the exhibition guide.

Anyway, I have been keeping an eye on a letterpress machine for years now. It’s so tempting especially when recently a friend offered it to me for a hundred odd quid!! How do you resist the temptation of creating beautiful, tactile, paper goodies?! I’ll tell you how, live in a small place! Currently over-run by Arthur Roy Fisk (my beauuutiful drawing table, pre-owned by lovely Claire daughter of Roy Fisk, a Lincoln based artist), Bertha– My small but heavy Victorian press, Ben– My lil’ table for the digital stuff… amongst hundreds of books and little knickknacks I have lovingly accumulated over the years and stuffed into this little room! So, you see, adding a tabletop letterpress would be me literally bursting at my seams, so to speak!

And so, I decided to do letterpress without the ‘Press’! Yes… I cheated… But.. but… what can I do? I haven’t the budget or space (yet!)

A friends’ birthday was coming up so I thought I’d give a try… and this is what I managed… I know, it looks a bit pitiful but, not bad i think considering i had to physically press it between two boards to get any sorta impression! Takes lots of muscle this method… and some patience with the trial and error. However, at the end of it, you’ll have something like a letterpress…

p.s: I’d like to assure you only two metal letterpress letters were ‘hurt’ (actually broken in two!sob!) in this instance. It has been reported to the RSPCLP (Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Letterpress Printing). And they recommend, should you have any unwanted tabletop letter-presses, fonts etc give them to me to prevent further metal/wood fonts getting hurt (Including my nails, and fingers…).

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More trial and error this time with a pre-factory made plastic ‘letterpress’. Again, I didn’t have the right machinery to ‘press’ these but you can see the general outcome here…

All this was actually brought about by the thought of wedding invites and a poem I read many years ago, by Edward Estlin Cummings. I have been toying with this poem for a while and wanted to produce it by letterpress. Turns out, it’s pretty expensive and so I resorted to a not so old-fashioned way to produce it. (More to follow in the next blog!) For now, I hope everyone rediscovers this beautiful art of letterpress and I wish to convince future brides/grooms to use letter-press for their wedding stationery, Save the Date cards or even to announce the new arrival of your lil’ ones post wedding dates and dramas etc…

Letterpress for me has an understated elegance- A beauty to look at and appreciate both visually and tactile.

 

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Time and again, I revisit Eleni-Sophia –My first illustration after a very very long hiatus from hand making any sort of artwork let alone a simple sketch. I used to have a sketchbook on me everywhere I go but after returning to work and taking on more studying, I was lucky if I got out for a coffee + sketch. My sketches almost always record whatever time I found to myself, my thoughts or just a doodle. So it was a pleasant break when going about my day-to-day, I could clearly visualise her. I had already named her Ella and slowly she grew from my mind to paper on a single sketch! I hadn’t accomplished anything this fully conceived and executed in years. As usual, before I did the final version I thought I’d do a test run and see what it would turn out as. I took some left over but lovely water-colour card and sketched her directly and later painted her with pen and ink, water colours and other medium to bring her little details to life etc. The supposed draft felt so finished I have never made another one like it.

But something wasn’t quite right yet.

Until my pal mentioned: “She can’t be ‘Ella!’ She doesn’t look like a ‘Ella'”.

That was it! She isn’t ‘Ella’  she’s…

Eleni…

I added Sophia after her name just because I love that name. She finally feels complete my little Eleni… (Well… until I find something else for her to do like this bag!). Her pockets have little Yellow stitching and Pink buttons with Green ribbons at the top for that little extra something… I even added a little companion for her-a little Duck as I didn’t want any cuddly toys and it reminded me of my ol’ faithful Blue and yellow truck…

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The original Eleni hangs in a silver frame above my desk with the two corners at the bottom of the frame with two lovely ‘sayings’ that came stapled on a tea bag. I loved them! And promptly tucked it in my sketchbook for ‘another day’ just like so many other little things I have accumulated…

The ‘sayings’ are:

“On with the dance,

let joy be unconfined…”

– MARK TWAIN –

and

“Choose well, your

choice is brief and

yet endless.”

– GOETHE–

I couldn’t agree more…

Thank you for looking!

x

P.S: 

The bags are made from lovely durable cotton and have extra long straps that can easily be carried over your shoulder or for cyclists…If you or someone you know would like to order one, please drop me a line allowing time for hand-painting + delivery. For more queries or customisation, please get in touch. Please note, hand printed/painted items, products vary as they are not mass-produced on a machine making each item unique in its own rights. Ta!

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I normally use recycled fabric but in this case, I was preparing for a Christmas fair that I had decided on last-minute and had to order the bags in all ready-made. Saving me time to stitch my own from the reclaimed textiles which we had acquired sometime between painting the house and changing the soft furnishings.

As it was my first time to ‘paint’ a fabric, I started with sketching a scene made of birds on some  plant or something, anything to give me an idea of what I could do with the medium. I realised I needed some inspiration rather than to draw every single bag at a whim especially with such little time. So I rifled through to my sketches which gave me the idea of using them as simple sketches and either leaving them as a sketch or painting in bits of it and maybe time permitting, add the extra touches like the stitching around the brogues, buttons and ribbons…

The night before the opening, I managed to sketch and paint all the bags but didn’t get a chance to do more (lack of time and tiredness from lack of sleep making me highly irritable). I wasn’t convinced they looked nice. But in the morning, when we set up our tiny stall, I must say I was chuffed! I actually secretly hoped no one would buy the brogues and the bike as they were my favourite ones (and the first of the batch). Unfortunately, the ones I had done in colour sold before I got a chance to take a picture… So here’s trying to replicate what was done on a tired short night! (The bike bag was sold painted in green, white and silver but the brogues were left as sketches in Black.)

p.s: If you’d like to order one drop me a line or fill in the comment form! I make each order individually and to your tastes…

Thank you for looking!

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Hand cut and printed on handmade paper with flowers

cupcake by fatima jamadar | notonthehighstreet.com.

I L O V E CAKES!!

Nothing too fancy, a nice plain cake and I am yours!

My love for plain cakes started many years ago growing up in Nairobi. In those days, every snack was made at home (despite the fact that you could buy your cakes from a bakery, sweets from confectioners etc) but I think times were hard and feeding a family of five on shop bought cakes can be a bit much (aside from the fact that if friends/relatives found out you bought your cakes, then you were obviously not a good mother, wife or a culinary expert! I suspect pantries across the city were actually filled these shop goodies but they all pretended to save face… teheee.. ;-p )

My dad was ‘involved’ in the savoury stuff like Chevra, pava (puffed rice), chana, even home cut and fried crisps (which I still remember tasted better than the shop stuff despite hours of peeling and slicing by HAND!), boiled ground nuts or edamame, cashews, pistachios and peanuts, something he still does to this very day.

He patiently searches for ‘fat peanuts/cashews’ and will lovingly salt them (actually, the salt has to be measured, put in the right bowl with water by mum and handed back to him to mix and remind her she hasn’t put enough salt. I reckon this is why it tastes better. They lovingly bicker, assign each other tasks and play out their roles respectively). He generously coats and cooks the peanuts and if we are lucky, pack them individually and send them to us or they go in this massive glass Heinz bottle to pour into his palm as he watches cricket… and texts me in mocking monosyllables to tell me how badly we (my team) are doing.

My mother on the other hand-made a variety of sweet snacks and often all the hard work and prep that goes into dad’s savoury snacks or signature dishes are done by Ma. She often marries the Coastal Kenyan dishes with the Indian ones. She’s always been keen to try new recipes experimenting on us her new-found love of something yet everything was made from scratch (even the curdled milk and home-made yogurt).

She lined up the “weekend” (my treat cupboard) with nankatai, koko za tende, shrikand, mandazi, chilaay, mkate sinia, vitumbua, egg pudding, savoury dhoklas, kulfi, sev (vermicelli) etc etc… (the list goes on!) But what I loved most were her cakes. To be precise, cake. Her famous five egg cake made in a wide aluminum tin which was definitely not a baking tray of any sort and was sometimes baked over a jiko (a skill in it’s own right!) Which over the years translated into a modern cooker-oven with half the hassle (and taste sometimes…)

As kids, our favourite bit was when she mixed the eggs, butter and milk. Sometimes, one of us was tasked to butter the tin and he/she had in turn to report back to the rest of the siblings when Ma was about to mix the flour in so that we should hurry if we want to get some ‘mix’! We would hang around the kitchen trying to dip our fingers and get a lick before she caught us and chased us out with a mwiko (wooden cooking spoon) close on our heels!  Eventually, she’d get 3 small stainless steel bowls (about 3-5 cm wide), filling them up just enough and calling us to come and collect ‘it’. We would walk up all grinning and try to see which one was filled more before taking it and running (in case she changed her mind ;p).

Returning back to our games, we would sit and dip one finger and lick and discuss how the batter was that day… occasionally reporting to mum (if she asked) and it continued… until it was all gone. (no returning for seconds). Seeing that I always ate slow and liked to extend my pleasure of licking the ‘mix’ my brother (and sister sometimes) tried to have mine while I left it unattended.

Finally, while the cake baked, I would pull the small kitchen stool and sit in front of the yellow glowing oven (at the time I thought it was the cake glowing which only confirmed my belief that cakes truly were magical) and ask when it will be ready. Despite having a 45 min timer to tell me precisely when, and an elder sister left in charge of making sure it didn’t burn while she washed up mum’s baking utensils, I asked and asked and asked… Eventually, burying my head between my knees and softly singing and asking until my sister either threatened to tell mum and therefore get me excavated from my comfy spot in front of the oven (which was her talented and preferred method of extricating herself from looking after me and getting some peace) or on mum hearing me pestering (in any case, the timer never really worked on that oven anyway! So really, I was doing them a service!)

FINALLY, the cake was out and left to cool, I would run back and forth and take strips off the top of it before it cooled. Taking small bits from least obvious parts because:

a.      The top bit was only going to stay crunchy for a little while and it’s the best bit EVER!!!

b.     Eating a warm cake is the best feeling ever, FACT! It’s like being cuddled in your tummy, a glow… a warm fuzzy feeling or weightlessness… (and before you ask, no, I don’t get stomach-ache and if I did, I was and still am too intoxicated to notice it.)

Over the next few days, we would have cake with ice cream, homemade custard or dipped in sugary afternoon tea… and sometimes as little treats, ma packed it in my break-time tin. Which to be honest, I didn’t really need seeing I was in nursery and would be home after lunch. I still can’t resist her simple 5 egg and food coloring cake.  Unfortunately, over the years, as we grew so did our environment and soon cupcakes were the craze, so much so that my father was baking them! By saying he baked them, I means he knew how much to spoon in to a cup while ma made the batter etc. But, I always found cupcakes like strawberries, a bit overrated here. Until I met a match for my Ma’s five eggs cake.

I found Bea’s of Bloomsbury! My affair with cakes simply BLOOMED! (Into a fully fledged addiction!) To find a simple cake done so beautifully and to top it up, even the icing is fantastic and bold (I don’t see many people using passion fruit) and complimentary to the base was a true revelation…

I finally fell in love with cupcakes! The cupcake that did it was Bea’s Red Velvet with Passion fruit icing. Neither the cake not its icing is sickly sweet. Everything is well proportioned: cupcake size and flavours… another bonus is that they do fab coffees (from Monmouth I think).

And the real icing on this cupcake (for me) is that you can sit close to the kitchen and enjoy the fabulous aromas wafting up behind you and transporting you back to your mum’s old kitchen stool and in front of her oven while you try not to scoff down the fluffy goodness in front of you…

A warm thanks to all those who make such simply beautiful cakes…

My Ma, Bea’s of Bloomsbury and of course an even bigger and ‘fluffier’ thanks to my loved ones who I always pester and blackmail for baked goodies! (You know how you are…)


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