I'm in a suitably meditative mood, sitting here under grey skies, a small dog curled up asleep by my feet, listening to Sean Rowe and creating a book about belonging and impermanence.
I know this is just the start of the process and there will be two or even possibly three prototypes before I get to say what I want to.
But that's good, I like working through the ideas. It's making myself finish before moving on to the next project that's the hardest part
I'm thinking blind embossing for the blossom . . . .
The black lines I'm working with are so that I can get a feel for the balance of the thing.