My lovely, generous, compassionate, online fb friend Tobey Green has a new guy to take care of, a certain baby chick guinea fowl named Mr. Peepers. And for some reason* I felt drawn to make a sketch for her of her lil' guy. He's a snuggler, and so these photos show a very happy and hip guy, who has been hand fed for most of his young life now. He knows the future...just look into his eyes (lol.)
(two different camera resolutions...can u tell the difference?)
This was a project completed at work, on the sly, and I am pleased with the results and think that I might continue to do people's animal companions.
I am already raring to go on that project. Hehehe. But seriously, it has been challenging to get going on my projects with most every tool in boxes, with no room to bring them out. But, if I do things like this then I can easily keep my color pencils at work and doodle my way to art.
Been skimming Julia Cameron's book Finding Water: the Art of Perseverance, and getting back to my roots while reading it. It is a very personal book about her life as an older-creative-woman, and I have done a couple of her 'divining rod' exercises with positive results. Might post a couple of those in lieu of art...or to coincide with my art.
*Reason being that I love TG so...she is a dear friend, and in her heart lies a beautiful flower called loving-kindness. I hope to meet her some day, and meet all of her fine animal-companions.
Hello Amanda, Lynn, Mo, and Lisa,
Just a note to say that I have been keeping creatively occupied, but I haven't done anything that needs a blog post for, not since my drawing of my mother (last post.)
I have made a couple of delicious lemon, poppy seed, pound cakes that I was happy with and went to a couple of deserving homes (not mine, altho' each place offered me a slice of the cake.) Then I've been caught doodling, and have posted a simple sketch of Sam and Jojo* to my fb page. Plus each week--since moving into our 'easy bake oven' apartment--I have been concocting new and imaginative (IMHO) recipes...on a budget of sorts. lol.
Saw a couple of ratings of my blog: on one I only garnered 1 out of 5 stars (abysmal?), the other was 2 1/2, which is almost as bad. What's that about? I don't do this to get reviewed or rated. Have any of you noticed the like for your blogs? Anywho...
I am currently pushing myself to come up with a painting, but I been hangin' with too many things that are a time-suck without giving back...will have to stop doing those! Right?! Any ideas on how to get past all of those piddly things to the blank canvas?
Be well my few followers: I (obviously) love you all!
I found inspiration from writing to
my recently-reunited-with step-Aunt Pat. I shared a bit of the horror of (my) childhood, and (of course) that made me think of my dearly departed mother. She
wasn't the perfect mother, but she was and is the perfect person for me to
learn some tough life lessons.
She was an artist, like myself, who
never made time for her unique pursuits...I feel her with me now, more than
when she was alive, which may seem odd to some. All the harsh words she spoke
to me, seen through the eyes of love, got to the heart of things. [She used to play Devil's advocate...and would say that very thing.]
This is not a 'mother's day'
post...in fact, I don't know what to do when Father's Day comes around. I've
got a living, fire-breathing demon for a father...and he may have
lessons to share, but I AM NOT HAVING ANY OF HIS NONSENSE. May I be protected
from men like him. May you and your children be protected in the same way. May ALL the blessings
I know that I have some angels
watching over me...been reading Angelspeake, by Barbara Mark and Trudy Griswold, and it
makes me happy to frame my life in this context. It's my new favorite, short-but-sweet spiritual book. What are your favorite books these days?
Oh, and I have three cookbooks
looking for homes. Anyone in need of a great cookbook? I don't seem to be
taking anyone's advice on cooking these days...I am a very intuitive and
spontaneous cook, and Tom believes that that is where most of my talent lies.
We could trade. Your good book (that you mean to pass along, for mine.)