This is what my brush did. I held it vertically and painted my crazydance. Unfinished, I think. Vote!
One year today
Hot weather
Keeps me inside, so I’m painting on my iPad.
Finch, digital, Procreate
Today’s birthday
He would have been 74 today. Still not much easier to go on.
What Does Your Wife Think?
Just read it
That is the most commonly asked question. There is an alternate phrasing, usually posed to Ellen – how can you let him do this?
Her answer – do you think I could stop him?
And then there are those people who ask straight up if my wife thinks I am crazy, to which I reply, as does she, that this has been known for quite some time.
I’ve been talking about this trip forever. Any time Joe comes to visit or we see him for any reason references to the summer of ’78 come up. It was an opening up to the world for both of us. And as I’ve watched the world change in these many years, I’ve always wondered if it was still possible to take such a journey. This I know for sure – I couldn’t do it without such a supportive partner.
Ellen and I have…
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More wet paint
Happy day late you mothers.
REVIEW: “La Gorda and the City of Silver” by Sabrina Vourvoulias
Review of Sabrina Vourvoulias, “La Gorda and the City of Silver”, Podcastle: 506 — Listen Online. Reviewed by Heather Rose Jones
I participated in a discussion on facebook recently about defining subgenres of speculative fiction, and the question of comic book superheroes came up. In practice, superheroes can draw from fantasy (X-men, Dr. Strange), science fiction (Iron Man), mythology (Thor, Wonder Woman), “realistic” (Batman–at least for the Batman character himself), or any number of other subgenres, but what they have in common is a fantasy of agency and justice, even when justice sometimes fails. This multi-focal genre has been adopted as speculative fiction by popular acclaim, regardless of the specific mechanism of the hero’s powers.
“La Gorda and the City of Silver” is clearly a superhero story. The world of masked and costumed luchadores is deeply rooted in the genre regardless of the apparent lack of overtly fantastic…
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Woman
March flowers
Yesterday
I poured all of my cobalts blue , as well as phthalo turquoise, the only two-pigment mix in my pallet. There was a starters wash underneath. It’s a half sheet watercolor, with a few crayons, high flow acrylics and tears thrown in. This is dedicated to my late husband, James Michael Pensinger.
The shells are just weights.
Here are the dead paint tubes.
On my board Jumbo Shrimp
Three days
Wet, then dry
Then done. Flying fish. Watercolor on Legion paper. 10 x 7
Day 3 done
I think I see flying fish
Wet paint dried
New work
Here are a start and what I did to or with it.
I’d love some feedback. Watercolor, gouache, Inktense pencils on Fabriano cold press. Thanks for looking.
Four months into losing him.
Icarus
WIP pouring, dribbling, splashing
Today is gray, but color fell out of my brush yesterday. Here’s pour one:
WIP
Which way’s up? Jumbo Shrimp. About 14″ by 10″ mixed watermedia on Fabriano cold press paper.
Comments?
WIP
On my easel a mixed watermedia piece. On Yupo, 
Trying flash sale
One hundred smackers. Write me. Message.
About 12″ x 9″, watercolor and Inktense sticks on paper
Thought for the day: migraine
The world is too much
With me. But I’m going to stick around.
WI holidayish
On my easel: watercolor and inktense pencils on Arches block. (9×7)
WIP, grateful
I’m grateful for paint that runs Happy turkey day. Also that I have a place to live, a car and a great dog.
Coming apart
Work in progress. India ink marker (!) on damp watercolor block. Any thoughts on adding color?
Ashes
Today we scattered ashes.
A conversation with a hurricane.
A start and an end redux
Recently I posted a painting and asked for advice. This is how it is now. Half sheet watercolor on paper. A fall wedding popped up to me. Love comments, criticism and more. I think it needs sharper images in the center.
And this is how it began
A start in need of a middle and an end.
A few weeks and one spell of exhaustion ago I took a color clinic workshop with Nita Leland. Boy did I need the reminders. So here's the first watercolor start since then. All comments, ideas and critiques welcome.
And thanks.
Martha who still wants to be a painter if she grows up.
Sold
#worldwatercolormonth
#nitaleland
When I paint near Nita, I let loose. Selfie with cookie. SOLD woohoo!
Tell me, what would they see in your eyes?
The eyes have it, from my friend Jim MsKeever
On a downtown street in Lansing, Mich., a woman asked for our help. She was with her daughter, about 7 years old.
We could see in the woman’s eyes several things: warmth, strength, wariness. In the young girl’s, shyness. Perhaps fear.
The woman, about 30, wore a hijab. Her daughter had long, dark hair, uncovered.
There was a significant language barrier, but we managed to learn that they are from Syria and have been in the U.S. for seven months. They had walked from a nearby Catholic church, the woman said, to find Bus #5 to get to her appointment at a job-training agency.
She carried a folder with her. We walked, and I asked if there might be any information in it that could help us get them there.
As she pulled out a couple of forms from the job-training agency, I noticed a packet of penmanship worksheets, with…
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By the pool
For #worldwatercolormonth 
My love in the water
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Playing catch up
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I missed a a couple days of painting this week. Heat, doctor appointments, life…. So here are a couple older paintings for your enjoyment, I hope. Watercolor is great fun.
10 July 17
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9 July 17
Todays prompt was summer music. “Summertime” is my all-time favorite song.
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8 July 17 #worldwatercolormonth
It was 97 degrees in my studio today. So I’m posting an older watercolor. Cooling off is the prompt for the day. #worldwatercolormonth. #worldwatercolorgroup.
7 July redux, signed
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Friday night lights, WIP finished, I think. #worldwatercolorgroup
Day 7’s post is Friday nights. Parking with my boyfriend Michael under the trees. Headlights!
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6 June 17
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Today’s prompt is boardwalk. You’ll have to imagine the board. 🙂
July paint
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4 July 2017
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Abstract, bunny-ish
3 July 2017
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Rising, QoR watercolor, Golden high flow acrylic on raw canvas.
Easel WIP
Quartersheet watercolor. Comments, suggestions?
coming back to painting a lot
I tried this over a gessoed-over disaster. I wanted a butterfly.
Then I got at it with Inktense pastel-like blocks and aimed for a swallowtail with an endless tail. Oh boy.
All help and advice. Welcome. Hoooooo
Thanks, as always. Madness.
Effects of water hardness on watercolour paints
Way interesting
For the past couple of years, my tap water has been curdling my paints.
It all started with a tube of Quinacridone Rust (PO48) from M. Graham. I was attracted to this paint partially because the pigment is listed as non-granulating, and I fell in love with the colour, but ever since I got it, the paint has had a tendency to clump and curdle when mixed with water in the palette or dropped into a wash, resulting in an incredibly pronounced granulation pattern. This pattern becomes even more pronounced when Quin. Rust is mixed with another dark valued, non granulating paint such as a phthalo.
Colour mixing experiments with Quin Rust (PO48) and Phthalo Turquoise (PB16)
I searched the internet extensively, and could find no other reports of quinacridone rust granulating like this. For months I was actually convinced I had received a dud tube, but avoided investigating…
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Cedar Key
Pinks, purples, aquamarines and sun collude and collide everywhere in this Florida city. We came up here airplane shopping, had dinner in a dog-friendly joint on the beach. Now it’s time to sleep, but I have these colors swirling around my brain. Here’s a sunset. Paint flinging tomorrow.
