It’s been a week. My little yellow Jeep overheated and fuses and fans. Had to have it towed.
Then the garbage grinder and Amazon had a go at me.
So I finally got over myself and painted. This is “Sweet cheeks at the beach,” pastel on half sheet of lacarte. No idea what happens next.
Drawn from life, memory and a good imagination. Yep, it’s the ref again.
Scoliosis. When I was drawing this, there were no words. It was two days before I could see it as a sort of selfie.
Here is our bird feeder snow from inside. Dana kindly cut eyeholes for me
And here is today’s extra foot. Enjoy!
Even in here in our snow globe in the woods.
The bad part
Yesterday, one of our cats horked all over all my pants.
The good part
But then I got to go paint with my Tuesday painters group AND (shameless plug here) submit two big watercolors for the Cazenovia, NY Winterfest.
The bad part
I just strolled into my studio to find water coming through the ceiling onto a pile of watercolor paintings.
The good part.
It’s fixed and this one is there at the Cazenovia Public Library!
Reception Thursday 4-6
I bought a Stillman and Birn Gamma series sketch book. I’m in love.
Ink and coffee imaginary rocks.
Snowing two inches an hour in here in our snow globe. Phil’s mitten.
We lost one of our fathers to Alzheimer’s last year
We lost our Aunt Ami last week to Alzheimer’s disease
I lost the woman who introduced me to newspapers and journalism today
We lost our Aunt Dot today to dementia yesterday.
No words left, but I painted awhile. It helped.
Work in progress on the floor in the sun.
Mark Bialczak was asking people the other day what the full moon does to them. I said something about pushing me into my studio. Well, it’s up to three above zero now and my studio has a concrete floor. Soooooo, here’s another iPad moon
IPad painters are a somewhat goofy group where I fit, I think. Yesterday’s sunrise.
When people get killed for drawing, WTF?
This my best effort today, fooling around with my beloved fountain pens and ink on some plate finish paper. I like this design so it may become a grownup painting. This sketch is just 4″ by 4″ or so.
Life is better than it has been. PTSD in a loved one is a constant balancing act.
The end for today
It’s still snowing here at, oh, about an inch an hour. I am eternally grateful for having been the one to make sweet potato pies. We will survive!
An old friend has challenged me to a week of black and white.
So I painted with a wonderful Pilot refillable brush pen and coffee because I had coffee.
Then I removed the color.