Jumping in puddles - a challenge

With a little reminding from the girls at the Monday Project I have been re-united with my desire to jump in puddles. The want to break contact with the earth only to plunge feet first into a shallow pool of water causing it to explode and onto the surrounding people is almost impossible to deny. Unfortunately the restrictions of being a grownup and the need to not be dripping on the carpet at work seem to keep me in line. Not to mention that in Sydney puddles only seem to form in the most un-fun places. I can't wait to get back to the country where puddles form on the lawn where it is acceptable to have fun, whereas if i was to jump in a puddle on the lawn of the University of Sydney's quad building I'm quite sure I would be marched to a quiet place and disposed of. I'm sure cadavers used to be sourced from the greenskeepers after a downpour – the suspicious slashes of a whipper snipper wire on the achilles tendon gives it away. Because of my fear of the lawnmower men I won't indulge this passion any time soon, but hopefully I can embrace the thought of letting go of inhibitions and create something fun for the project.

Greenpeace

Another competition that I have been working on over the last few weeks has finally been submitted. This one was for the Greenpeace poster competition. Having decided to try something completely different from my monster illustrations. I opted for a pixel style and had a bit of fun clicking wildly across the page to create the green jungle texture. Best of all was creating the bulldozers to plow through the trees.

Escape

Having been trapped in the city since February it was time for the great escape. Even if only for a day. Over the last few weeks I have been slack on the creative side of life so getting out and experiencing life away from the hustle and bustle should kick start me again.

I even sacrificed a sketch crawl starting in my own backyard, Newtown. So I will have to fill my sketchbook some other way.

For the escape we headed out to the Blue Mountains and went for a walk around Wentworth Falls. The 30 minute stroll extended to almost 2 hours when we decided to continue along National pass. Luckily the weather held off and the rain skirted the cliff we were walking along. Finished off with a hot drink and some cake at the end we had certainly forgotten about the pace of the city.

Unfortunately the long weekend traffic really became a drag with the first 10k's taking forever. But we are home now and all the better for it.