I collage, and can often be found sourcing new imagery to use directly or to scan, and with small sharp scissors in hand. I use a pair of scissors called Honey Bees; their handle is marked with black and yellow stripes. With their precision-ground tips they cut neatly into the tightest and tiniest of areas.
I draw, though not as often as I should. And, equally so, I wear my glasses less often than is good for my eyes.
I work primarily from home, and I favour late nights or early mornings (when I see them). I like it quiet, most of the time, enjoying the company of animals as I work.
I am guilty of often starting to read too many novels at the one time. Beside my bed there is a ramshackle tower of books I am part way through or hoping to get to before this year is over.
I look to novels and films and the world around me for inspiration, and find it grows in abundance when untethered.
I was born in the Chinese Year of the Rabbit in 1975, and, for those curious, my name is pronounced ‘Grey’ (like the colour) with a ‘sha’ sound at the end.
Thank you for taking the time to stop by my blog, to send me messages and pen me letters. I try to get back to them, though in truth, I can be quite tardy in terms of correspondence.
With blog name pulled from both a line of text featured in a book of postcard collages by Rebecca Horn (All These Black Days — Between), and Chekhov's A Russian Affair, this space proves a comfortable and somewhat orderly repository for my thoughts and hopes, my comings and goings, alongside a sprinkling of visuals from both desktop and day.
GRACIA HABY
CV
I draw, though not as often as I should. And, equally so, I wear my glasses less often than is good for my eyes.
I work primarily from home, and I favour late nights or early mornings (when I see them). I like it quiet, most of the time, enjoying the company of animals as I work.
I am guilty of often starting to read too many novels at the one time. Beside my bed there is a ramshackle tower of books I am part way through or hoping to get to before this year is over.
I look to novels and films and the world around me for inspiration, and find it grows in abundance when untethered.
I was born in the Chinese Year of the Rabbit in 1975, and, for those curious, my name is pronounced ‘Grey’ (like the colour) with a ‘sha’ sound at the end.
Thank you for taking the time to stop by my blog, to send me messages and pen me letters. I try to get back to them, though in truth, I can be quite tardy in terms of correspondence.
With blog name pulled from both a line of text featured in a book of postcard collages by Rebecca Horn (All These Black Days — Between), and Chekhov's A Russian Affair, this space proves a comfortable and somewhat orderly repository for my thoughts and hopes, my comings and goings, alongside a sprinkling of visuals from both desktop and day.
GRACIA HABY
CV
It was quiet and dark — only high up in the tree tops a vivid golden
light quivered here and there and transformed spiders' webs into
shimmering rainbows.
(A Russian Affair, Anton Chekhov)
(A Russian Affair, Anton Chekhov)
