NOVEMBER WINDS

Hello November and the disappearing peeks of sun rays! Hello Monday and grey weather with the warmth of the weekend of jazz concerts still caressing. Hello end of the year with still so many possibilities, chances. 

A calendar for the coming year is published by Frankie Magazine, month of October with my Morning Frost Meadow.

The new issue 56 of Frankie includes The Scribble Club to keep hands busy. Five pretty much grown-up illustrations to colour-in. Strawberry Path next to a wild person's portrait by Irana Douer, happy to be in the same publication with her again.

The cover image of little lullabying cat in the girl's arms is by Anke. Loving it so much. ♥

Some days the little lake behind my windows has forest islands floating across after very blowy nights. The other days they are gone. Today they are gone.

The small online shop is updated with some copies of the Casa di Fiaba book, a few postcard sets and prints.

Sweet melodies of raindrops!


(In the second photo illustration on the left is by Ilana Douer, on the third photo the magazine cover illustration is by Anke Weckmann.)

DINNER PICNIC BY SUMMER LAKE

A windy Sunday dinner picnic by the other big lake of this city. Cucumber-melissa-salad, couscous with red lentils, peas and tomatoes seasoned with lovage. Strawberry juice and a chocolate cookie.


A small interview about my work in the latest Frankie Magazine, issue 48. Featuring Winter Sea, Apple Blossom Meadow, Snowhouse and Tree House -paintings. Available as prints in my small shop.


"We still have two hours to spend together!" 
"We can do anything that we want to!" 
A little happy conversation of two little girls in the shop by the ice cream containers on the way home. Two hours is indeed enough for pretty much anything.


Gentle summer rain caressing the landscape after a sunny day. Sunday for old Finnish music. Sunday for summer tunes.


Have a sweet beginning for the new week!




Edit: Work of mine earlier in Frankie Magazine here.

BETWEEN STEPS

Walking home and counting. One-thousand-and-fourty-five steps to pass a graveyard. One-thousand-four-hundred-and-twenty-eight a forest. Intermingled amount from the last crossroad to home door (through mail box). Eleven to fetch woolen socks from the entry and nine stretched ones back to the working table. How many steps taken this year and were they all in different places. How many steps it would take to get you all here for a cup of tea and a blueberry cake.

Frankie Magazine (issue 39) has a small illustration and a few words by me about the town I live in. For the image I chose things that are common to all the places that I have lived in. I still think them all being homes of mine.

Snow hills on windows, like secret adventure landscapes. Silent adventures for the last days of this year and a gentle entrance for the coming one. Thank you for this year, thank you for your company!

Hearts filled with eucalyptus, orange and birch tree scents,

Anna Emilia