21 May Dog in the window
I first saw this guy --no, not that creepy guy in the back, the cutie closer up-- in the food store parking lot way back in January or so, when windows were still grimy with salt and winter....
I first saw this guy --no, not that creepy guy in the back, the cutie closer up-- in the food store parking lot way back in January or so, when windows were still grimy with salt and winter....
Hmmmm. Been a while.(Just jump in Jenn.)Happy new-year-a-while-ago. Hope it was a good time and 2014 is treating you well.I had a restful break, just what was wished for, and then sort of a busy jumping back in time. My little needlepoint business is sort...
Something about pears.These pears started as paddles.No, it's OK. I know they're awful. I worked and worked and used tubes of paint trying to get this somewhere. It came from a picture that I'd taken that I liked a lot.Man, I like that picture. Those...
Well I'm having a pretty good day! Last night the Anonymous Art Show in North Vancouver opened and this morning I woke up to two really wonderful emails from people who had purchased two of the three pieces I have in the show. Both had delightful...
This is what I look out my window to see every morning in my neighbour's backyard.Yup. Looks like a kangaroo to me too.I live in Canada. Not a lot of kangaroos.Can't tell you how much I love looking out and seeing this guy. Very surreal...
I was planning on doing some more work on my painting of this beautiful black sea dog whose hair-- I was told -- only curls when she's wet. The water really was that blue that day.It was still fairly chunky and I thought I'd go...
School started this week.I know. I feel the same.Just before that I took some time to paint on the long weekend. This big painting had been sitting since June but I added the coral inside bits of the fish and a bit more. Done!And just...
A seal swam into the swimming bay last night, much closer than usual. At first I thought it was an old grey dog, and wondered who it belonged to, but a voice at the back of my head was saying, "I don't think so." A...
Look who I found as I headed out today. That's the inside of my front door he's hanging onto. (In my head, because of past visitors, my brain starts playing "Dweller on the Threshold" by Van Morrison. Just happens.) I believe he got there...
All right. It's time.A few years ago one summer night the cat who sleeps on my bed leaped on with such a big thud that it woke me up. This in itself worried some far off, sleep-dim part of my brain since she usually comes and goes...