💖 Final Stuff I Like


The final list of 💖 Stuff I Like

Hi Reader:

This is the penultimate issue of Studio Notebook — I hope all of these wonderful resources will inspire and delight you!


🧶 Dive into Knitting. Tom Daley is a cute young Olympic diver. You may remember him from last summer in Paris because he was often seen knitting by the pool. He’s crazy about knitting and makes whimsical, amusing objects of all kinds. Link

🖼️ Jon does Stan. Though I was fairly meh about his latest movie, Convocation, I am a big fan of actor and gourmand Stanley Tucci. And now I am obsessed with Jon Stitch, the painter, too. Watch Jon paint Stan in this wonderful commission for the Washington Post. Link

🦐 Teeny weeny. I’m a fan of fountain pens and of tiny things. Now I’ve found both in this line of Wancher PuChiCo Mini Fountain Pens. They’re cute, well-made, and yes, they’re on my Christmas list. Link

🕘 9 Ways To Draw a Person. An antic reminder that art can be anything and that stretching the possibilities is what artists do. Link

🧰 Tools for Tools If you’re a tool lover like me, check out this fascinating tour of a model maker’s super-specific toolkit. Many of them are ultra-fiddly and intriguing to dorks like me. Link

🗿The care and training of your pet rock. Do you remember Pet Rocks? It was the ultimate pointless Christmas present, sure, but over 1 million were sold for $4 each in late 1975. Launched with a hilarious marketing campaign, capped off by a wonderful booklet that came with the rock in a box with straw and air holes. I cracked up reading it again. You can, too. Link

🤖 Prompt Brush 1.0 One of our pals made this crazy comment on artists and artificial intelligence. You enter a prompt into the website, and he will draw whatever you demand (with a brush) and send it to you. The site includes all of the past drawings he’s made, too. The video showing a day in the life of the hapless robot artist is wonderful, too. Link

📽️ Bigger & Closer (not smaller & further away): I love all of David Hockney’s experiments with technology, from fax drawings to iPad paintings, and now he has produced a completely immersive projection experience that looks just magical. I hope it will come to a venue near me, or else I may have to book a flight to Manchester. Link

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Danny

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