Monday, 16 November 2015

Red, green and gold

I've been missing having the back door open onto the garden, but I've enjoyed making new pocketbooks this week either to give as gifts or to add new stock to my Etsy shop. I'm very pleased with sales so far, so thank you to those of you who have made a purchase.

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The birds have been diving through the rain like inky streaks and my shoes have waited beside the front door. Not much walking this week. More like mad dashes across the seafront to hide inside the bus shelter so I can go to work. All very dramatic. The sea has looked spectacular when I've been able to see out of my glasses!

So here are some new books ready to go - some with new cover designs and colour combinations. These have concertina style pages, fold flat to fit into a pocket or small bag. All the pages are double-sided and open up to allow for panoramic sketches, side by side small pieces or very long sentences.

Saturday, 7 November 2015

Happening in Brighton

Very excited to be starting a new series of writing workshops on Monday.
I know most of my readers are scattered across the world, but if you're in Brighton there's still time to book a place. Please send me a message if you're interested.

Sunday, 1 November 2015

Cut and paste

Where it's at with some new pocketbooks. A hundred ideas in my head, but have been loving the quiet soothe of being busy making things. The kitchen floor looks like a hundred muddy boots have been round for tea. Makes me laugh that most of the footprints are actually mine. I'll get round to that another day.

So, 8 new books are complete, sitting out a few days under a stack of books heavier than me. Need to get on and re-vamp and re-open my Etsy store. Then they can hopefully move out into the world for sketches, drawings, notes, poems, lists, photos……. All very exciting.

Sunday, 25 October 2015

Scenes from a kitchen table

The back door is open, the towels are (optimistically) on the line, a robin is pecking through falling leaves throwing thin threads of song across the garden, the breakfast things are still beside the sink while I wonder if I want to make soup for lunch. That extra hour of clock time seems to have fallen into the day too soon.

Inspired by other pocketbooks I've made, here's what's happening in the chaos of my kitchen. These are full of sketches and notes, but it's great to use them as patterns and to use the things I like best about them to make more. 

There's a bit of a production line going on, helped by lots of tea and the radio. I like the precision, the hypnotic feel of the repetition.

Greyboard cut and trimmed.

Fabriano cut and folded. Covers and endpapers measured ready. Ribbons trimmed. Bracing myself for an afternoon of glue!!

10 new pocketbooks in progress and a head full of ideas as to how they might like to be filled, by me and others.

Tuesday, 13 October 2015

Under the surface

Under the surface, another world, mirroring part of the sky.

I was looking for an old photo the other day, remembering that it was on a blog post from a few years back. And opening up these pages, I let myself get sidetracked for a couple of hours, with a growing sense that I maybe I was actually searching for something else instead. Unable to put my finger on the exact thing, I knew I would recognise it when I found it.

I played with different template settings, stumbling upon the mosaic views that show many thumbnails on one page. And there it was….

Despite the slightly off kilter page layout that I can't seem to fix, pages and pages of images and little clips of each post reminded me of what I needed to know. So many creative adventures that I shared with you, the kind of high happiness times that so many of you also share on your own blogs.

And it's not like those times have disappeared from my life. I've been busy with other projects, other plans, with the day to day of earning a living and making dinner and having enough time to walk in the hills before it gets dark. I have pages on Facebook now, that keep me better in touch with family and friends, but I've decided to open up these pages again, carrying on where I left off, with plans to open up my Etsy shop again soon as well.

So, for now, looking forward to all the best reasons for being in touch with you again. Ax

Wednesday, 3 June 2015

Time to say goodbye……..?

Guess it won't come as a surprise that I'm thinking about saying goodbye to my blog. I've had an odd and exhausting year. Without going into detail, posting here has been the last thing on my mind and although I intended to keep up with reading what everyone has been up to, that hasn't happened much either.

It's time for me to do things a bit differently now, I think. I'm working on a website. One day it will all come together!! And I've also joined Facebook - yes, me who said she never would!! And like it so far. It's been great to have found some of you are also THERE. So if any of you would like to keep in touch with our creative projects there, it would be great to say hi. It's always great to see a blog post pop up on my timeline, as I do get a bit tired of clever cat videos, much as I love cats!! Don't send me one, please. (I'm listed as Annie Kerr and Annie Kerr music.)

It's been great to meet so many creative buddies online and to have become friends with people near and far. I have genuinely felt like I was part of a warm community of like-minded souls. So thank you for your friendship and the kick that you have given my creativity when I have needed it most.

For now, Annie xx

Sunday, 25 January 2015



I always hoped that winter sunlight would make me taller at the end of the day than at the beginning. Soon I'll be taller than that beach house.

Been busy with new projects with a group of people into book arts. We have quite a new blog here if you'd like to take a look.


Thursday, 15 January 2015

Wanting red in January

Heading out. Hands in pockets. The last sun of the day before the dark sweeps in too soon, so warm if you hide behind a wall, shelter and turn to face far flames. You stroll a meandering route from small patch to small patch of gritty sand, right beside the lace border of surf. You're lost in the sun glare and sea sounds, and the town's grinding turn towards rush hour might never be happening. 

You notice a red crate split open, revealing tangled red threads and nets and sea bitten red foam spilling out. The smaller pieces run up the screes of stones, a new adventure just beginning. And abandoned fish heads know the red ship, loaded with red cargo crashed to shore right here, high tide this morning. 

And the tide is lurching in, wanting to wet your shoes with every wave and your heart is pounding and you have no camera and you wanted a walk in this sun right here before dark and you feel so lucky to have this the heat on your face right now, while you have the time, in this precious break without gale lash and rain sting and bleak January skies pressing down, but the best bits of flotsam are like the sides of small houses, red cabins wrecked on shore. Drowned red haired dolls peep through their shattered doorways.

You take some pieces, turn towards home, ignore the skinny dog that runs from out of nowhere wanting the wood you carry. And you hear yourself tell it that you want it more.

Saturday, 10 January 2015

Strike action

I'm taking part in another of the Drawing challenges today. This one is number 154 and the theme is matchboxes. Thanks to Eric at Cerulean for organising. Please check out his new post today where you will find the links to the other participants.

I was taken with playing with the word strike and on these dark January days it inspired me to sit in the kitchen with glue all over my fingers while the soup bubbled away for lunch......

Strike Action

40 matchsticks are currently on strike, making a stand, lining up to encircle their box, shoulder to shoulder. Their spokesperson said - "Tired of having our heads set on fire, we have turned our backs on limited prospects and the daily threat of dangerous friction in our workplace. We refuse to be confined and demand safer working conditions."

Tuesday, 30 December 2014

Timing the river run of oranges

This is my reflection on Cerulean's latest Drawing challenge. The theme is Time and poems, photos and drawings were welcome. Mine turned out to be poetic prose and a photo. Please take a look at Eric's interesting post over at his blog today. You can also follow links to the other participants there.

Thanks to Eric for organising and for having me join.

Timing the river run of oranges

10 bells count down the final seconds of the school day, of the week, haul the lazy clock into making proper sense. Classroom doors spill students across wet fields. They race along curving suburban streets, run down tracks through sandhills, meander home into and out of salt spray mirages.

The Ten Bells. Nearest pub to school. He sinks into the glory of doing nothing, takes a gulp of beer, loosens his tie. His class had laughed all day as they checked grid references and contour lines, had sniggered while setting stopwatches to time the river run of oranges.

He hears someone tap the 10 chimes on the bar. Hard to resist when you first visit. He glances down at his feet. Mud and grass from their field trip cling to the rugged soles of his shoes, one black, one brown.


Happy New Year, everyone. Hoping 2015 brings you many creative adventures. Ax