Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Sorry I Forgot to Call

I've been out on the town a couple of times lately and after one too many cool beverages, neglected to call my good husband to tell him a) where I was and b) what time I might be stumbling home. I've always been pretty irate if he stays out until 4am and forgets to call me so I've had to eat a little bit of humble pie, which is not all that scrumptious.

I found a diagram of an old-fashioned telephone in an illustrated encyclopaedia I bought from the opp shop recently (who knew there were carbon granules inside the mouthpiece?) so I made him an apology note. Alas, he won't get to keep it, because I'll be sticking it into my sketchbook.


Because I love lift-the-flap books, I folded it in half and glued it to a page from an old diary, with a zany illustration which has always suggested communication to me. 


 As you can see, I also got stuck into a bit of Japanese masking tape which I bought from Zakka Box in Mount Lawley http://www.zakkabox.com.au I'm pretty enamoured with that stuff. I'd like to mummify someone in it.


The soundtrack for this post is Blondie's Call Me. Because you really should.

3 comments:

  1. Ooh, why have I not seen your blog until now? I'm loving your work!

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  2. This artwork looks so beautiful, Bella. Who couldn't forgive you for not calling?

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