This is more than a doodle but for now I can’t find a place for it. I started drawing life size baby elephants on inexpensive pieces of 4x 7 foot pieces of paper. My drawings and paintings are usually small, I wanted to get out of my comfort zone and be more carefree. I drew lots of elephants, not worrying if they fell off the page or were imperfect. It was a fun and liberating project. As I write this out of the corner of my eye I have notices a large ant crawling around my paint brushes. I hope it’s not on recon mission ‘cause I’m not gonna squash it.


Buckets at The Mark

I was shooting a story for Bergdorf Goodman at The Mark hotel in NYC. We set up base camp in a $75,000 a night suite that, in all honesty, while big and sleek was nothing special. So much beige and brown. The food however was good and their lobby is magnificent, I have always wanted to shoot there because of the lobby. The balcony was lovely too. The shoot went awesome, we shot all around the neighborhood, in the lobby and a couple in the suite. We edited as we went along and at the end of the day picked our faves, putting them all up together on the screen to see how they worked as a story. As we waited for photos to load I drew this person, the shoe ended up looking weird so it became a bucket that said foot was in… Meanwhile downstairs the paparazzi were hounding hotel guests that were checking in for the impending Met Gala, or so I heard.


Trains planes and procrastination

I did a bad job of being productive on the train home from nyc. In my mind I imagine I would pen most of the book I am trying to write. In reality, this time around, I wasted so much time on my phone. I managed to doodle these guys as a last resort so the train wouldn’t have been a totally non starter!


Tomatoes in Paris.

I was on the phone with clients in Paris for almost 2 hours. I had to concentrate hard to understand what was being said, the connection was, as with all conference calls, not great. I started doodling tomatoes then shaded some of them in, then the toms turned into people. My fave is the one with the lady looking back at us over her shoulder.. The other doodle on the right was when I was face timing with my sister.

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Dark glasses and kindergarten.

I was sitting talking to my husband at the kitchen counter. The night before I had gone to a school opening and the sheet of paper with what was expected of my daughter by the time she started Kindergarten was on the counter, so too was a pencil. I can’t sit any where without doodling especially if there is paper and a pencil right there in front of me! So we chatted and I doodled. As with most all of my doodles there was no structure or specific thought to any of these people except for the lady in the hat and dark glasses top middle. After I had drawn the smaller version below I explored it for a second longer, I might explore some more.

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Mood swings and skiing

I was flipping through a book by Stein and saw he had done a sketch on mood swings which inspired me to try an idea of my own. Frankie was in the bath playing with a small plastic phone when Rossi called. He was taking Dotti to skiing lessons which I guess is what inspired the skiers but not sure what it was that brought on the rest of the motley crew that is hanging around the bottom of the page!


A contrived cuppa coffee under a bleeding sun.

I was over at my sisters house with Frankie. Catching up, drinking tea n coffee after she had been away for two weeks. She left half way through for half n hour to pick up her youngest from pre school. While she was gone Frankie wanted to draw so I drew with her for a few minutes before she decided she wanted to try and draw on all the paper in all of Milly house. I drew a person, then these words came to mind followed by more drawings of a book and a coffee mug. Then I stopped, it all started to feel contrived, I was forcing it.


Kimchi and audits

I can’t really remember what was going on here but there must have been a phone call at some point and I was also dealing with a workmans comp audit which I can tell by Hartford being written there. Most of the doodles of people are all in flight so there was a level of anxiety too. Jars are on there which means I could have been speaking to my mum about the jars of kimchi she made me! There are also some attempts at drawing poo, suggesting I was still trying to draw the poo Dotti asked me to draw a few days earlier!


Jar capped soliders and pilfering nuns

I was drawing an idea for a painting after being inspired by a Jean Gaumy photo. I’m researching material for a class I am teaching at RISD this month. I don’t like being on the computer this much and often turn away to doodle. I started drawing glass jars, most likely because we have a lot of glass jars here right now after my mums recent experiments into home made kimchi. Delicious but too hot n too salty. I gave the small glass jar a bill, it made a hat. I gave the hat a person. He kind of looks like a solider. I then practiced drawing two nuns for another drawing idea I have which I got from a newspaper headline. Frankie then ran in and did her own scribbly doodle. Later on in the evening I needed to add some writing to an old photo I am putting up of actress Paz de la Huerta.


Breakfast drawing with farts and poo's.

After breakfast each morning the girls draw or paint before we get dressed for school. This morning was no different except that I decided we could all have a day home from school so there was no rushing upstairs to get dressed. Instead I joined them at the table to draw. The first words that came into my head were “ sugar they say” which got me thinking about teeth and braces. Half way through Frankie did a really smelly poo in her diaper, like the kind that makes you pull one those grossed out faces and exclaim, “oh man that is bad!” DD asked me to draw a poo which I did but she said it looked like ice cream so I tried again and realized it still looked like ice cream so made it into an ice cream cone. DD then did a loud fart so I drew that as well. She thought that was hilarious!


Learning to fly while cooking beans

I was in the kitchen sautéing some beans in garlic and herbs, they needed a moment to sizzle away. I felt the familiar pull of the pencil, the tingle in my fingers signaling they needed/wanted to draw. So I grabbed the nearest piece of paper that happened to be a large envelope I had yet to open and a pencil from the broken, I heart NY, mug that holds all the easy to get when you need a pencil or pen. I had decluttered it on new years day making sure that all pencils in there were sharpened and all pens worked. Those that didn’t were thrown. I dunno about you but it’s so annoying when you are on the phone and need a pen quickly to jot down something and none of them work. Now they all work and are ready. So I sat down and the boy in the striped sweater joined my followed by “ Come fly with me, he said, so I did and we fell off a cliff.” Those were the words that popped into my head and these were the three doodles that came with it.


Ideas n doodles on a phone call with my dad

This started off as an idea page, then my dad rang and the doodling started on a piece of paper I had started jotting ideas down on earlier that morning. I cannot have a phone call and not doodle. My sister paces when she is on the phone, around the house. If i’m not by a piece of paper I pace too, not the great distances my sister travels but I see a room or two. Does everyone do something else while they are on the phone? Is any one ever just on the phone? I was when I was a teenager, I was always just on the phone.


Conference call

I was on a conference call with clients in Europe yesterday. Although they are useful for fine tuning projects and we got a lot sorted out they make me very anxious, I don’t enjoy them. I doodle a lot when on them. This was yesterdays doodle.



A couple of months ago I started a project protesting the separation of children and parents at the border.  My protest is one as a mother. I have two small children and the thought of them being taken is, like every parent, my worst nightmare and yet this actually happened to thousands of parents and children. I couldn’t do nothing, I couldn’t say oh my gosh this is awful and then just carry on with what I was doing. I had to find a way to try and protest this awful policy. But I want to be clear that this is not a political stance, in fact I hope it can help unite Americans as this is neither a Republican or Democratic voice it is simply one of a concerned mother, of which there are plenty on both sides. So I started a painting where every day I drew 30 of the nearly 3000 children that were separated. I have drawn roughly 1500 or so of them now and will carry on until I have finished.  I upload my progress daily to the instagram account @2000taken and include stories of love from the experiences I have with my children and also other peoples experiences with their children. It helps to keep the kids separated human, not just a policy.