My easel and I are ships that pass in the night just now. We stare longingly and lustfully at each other and mutter about getting a chance to hang out together soon. It will happen. I think it's a ways away but I'm going to surprise it...
Isn't this magical? Can't you imagine those top ones dancing away on their own?Dancing flakes are very, very close to my heart (she says as she cranks the tunes and gets up from her chair).Do you know what else makes me want to dance? My...
The moon doesn't want to go to bed.Even though it stayed up very late painting....
Making this wreath gave me a chance to get out my little box of beach treasures and remember how it feels to be sitting on hot sand, popping a shell or pebble or little bit of sea glass into my bag. All the sweeter holding them in...
I've tried staying up late at night painting and when it's right it's RIGHT. Peaceful and rewarding and just a little rebellious. (Not a big rebel here.)The other morning I tried early morning painting. And it was ...
Yesterday I wrote that I had sold a painting of my cat, Scout. My dad sent a picture reminding me of my first sale. Also of a cat, Kanga. Drawn and sold to him and pinned to his office wall when I was six. I...
I have a soft spot for this painting. It's of the nicer cat, Scout, and she's gifted at making herself sleek and graceful and paintable. Look how she curled her tail around her ankle here. Oh she's good. Sweet, loving, fun. She'd be pretty much...
This little tree on the left -- really just an overachieving weed -- always irks me when I walk into my kitchen. Over the summer it has grown up beside the house right outside the window. (The filthiness of my window doesn't help the situation.)...