sunday morning

looking through old sketchbooks.

A painting that I am in a bit of a struggle with. This guy was awkwardly dancing in the fall woods and someone was watching sitting on a rock and then she got up and was dancing too, but no, it wasn't right so she left and his dog was with him but doesn't like his dancing and it became winter and icy and cold and still awkward.

thursday

gathering

A very long week.
It is such a gift to have passion for something but sometimes I wish I could turn it off, just for a bit. I draw on long car rides, during movies, during meetings and phone conversations. I get a second wind when everyone is asleep and when I finally rest my head on the pillow the world again emerges behind my eyes. Though my people look tired they have lots of energy as they are always running through my mind. Ahhh maybe that is why they are tired. Perhaps we both need a rest.

Better photographs. I am working on three paintings right now. It is fun to work larger. These are 12 by 12 inches. Not very large I know but they feel big after painting on tiny blocks. I am showing them in process. They are not finished, things will happen. People may come and go. When they do I'll show you(:

watching planes

A not so great photograph of a painting I have been working on.
This is on a larger piece of wood.
The animal is raw wood as is the bottom strip.
I am not sure how I feel about the landscape around them.
I do like that they are up high.
What do you think?

Sunday Afternoon

Two new block paintings that I am working on.
A couple of nice long walks this weekend have left me excited to paint. Perhaps tonight when the house is quiet.

Love

Yesterday I came home to these beauties. Two prints and the last is an original from my Australian friend Belinda. Her work is so subtle, so sensitive, so beautiful. Even more beautiful in person to see all of the marks her hands have made. Thank you Belinda you brightened my day, and many days as I will always enjoy looking at them.

wednesday

It is snowing again here.
It's gloomy and cozy.

Feeling sad. A teacher friend passed away over the weekend suddenly and now school feels different to us all. Someone very fun and funny is missing and we still feel like he should be coming back tomorrow or the next day. How I wish he was.

Monday Morning

The snow is beautiful, especially in the early morning when the sky is heavy and grey and the footsteps are still in bed.

new work

The paper that I wasn't liking, I am liking now. It is much better for painting.
I cannot get the work of Mia Christopher out of my head. It is so comforting to me, almost familiar. Maybe it is because it often takes place in a living room. It feels so sincere. I found her via Book by Its Cover

carry

So far I am keeping up with all resolutions that do not involve exercise.
How about you?
At this moment I feel like the person in the second picture, wish I had a sweet animal to carry me to Friday.

paper

I love the paper in a moleskine sketchbook. The smooth, slightly warm paper is my favorite thing to draw on. I wish I could find a large thicker paper that feels the same. I just ordered quite a few pieces of rives bfk and I don't like it anymore. It is too hairy. Any suggestions. What is your favorite paper? What do you love?

Monday evening

A few sketchbook pages from last week.
Finding it really hard to take good photographs because it is dark when I leave in the morning and when I come home. Already dreaming of walking barefoot and waking up to the birds. I like dreaming though. Dreaming is good. It's nice to have things to look forward to.

sunday morning

A new painting.
(for a friend)
A paper doll.
And a Sunday ahead filled with grocery shopping and laundry.
What could be better?

Sincerity

Nobody listens like he does.

playing

Playing.
Supposed to be sleeping.
Good night.

home

I've been home for what seems like forever. I am not complaining. It is a nice place to be. Here are a few pictures from around the house. The last is what I wake up to every morning. It is a large painting my husband did years ago. I still get lost in it. As I am writing this Into the Mystic came on pandora, I can hear my husband stirring gravy in the kitchen and August and Owen are playing Little Prarie in the House(that's what they call it) in the tent we set up in the living room. Sometimes life just rocks my gypsy soul.

Inside

It has been snowing for days and we are all trapped inside with the flu. Funny though, life is always so busy, it is nice to just be home all of us together.