painting

Two paintings I am working on. Wishing at the moment for a studio bathed in light instead of the musty basement. A girl can dream..... The question is would I work more if I had this room? Would I be more organized or would I still carry little bits to work on wherever the family is gathered?

Sketchbook

I am a bit trapped in my sketchbook lately. I am always on the run and it so easy to have quick converations with. I enjoy my time in my book, but every so often I catch myself thinking about it as a plan for new work. I hate it when I do that, it ruins it for me. No need to plan, if it is meant to it will appear again on its own, it will. I think I may be in a bit of a funk, or just lazy(last weeks word that I was too lazy to illustrate) Or just overwhelmed by the messiness that is my studio. Anyway I am hoping something is coming, no need to plan. I will just take each summer days as it beautifully comes and meet it with book in hand and sand on feet.

Sketchbook

Thank you!

Thank you l'atelier for these beautiful gems. I will pass them on to my good friend Denise. How nice to have a picture of such beauty from your corner of the world. Thank you.

flowers everywhere

Little bouquets all over the house brightening my days, even one in the van brought to me by Eric and the kids. Summer is so full of gifts, outside, all around us and winters gifts are much more subtle. Winter's gift is silence, coziness and time for thinking so that things can grow, inside. Whatever season it is where you are I hope it brings you joy!

Summer

Blueberries, water, mud and sunshine= summer

Will post some new work tomorrow. Will be busy tonight(:

GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE!!!!!

And finally, this morning it feels like summer. Work is done, the rain has passed and Winslow and I took a nice walk through the gardens. Then we talked. His head fell this way and that and his eyes told me of his happiness. Everyone else was still asleep, just Winslow and I having a moment. Winslow is my muse. His sincerity, his ability to communicate without words, the way he holds his head when he's listening, those ears, and how he looks right into me. We think we take care of him but, but really he takes care of us.