Sunday, November 12, 2017

Piece of Cake

When was the last time you indulged?  I am really craving a huge piece of cake with tons of frosting flowers all over it.  But that huge piece of cake can equate to a huge ass....so , I tell myself no, and am weirdly proud of denying myself.  I fell strong, I feel like the less I indulge, the more I give up, the better I am...look how much I don't have, look how much I hold back from myself-aren't I something

Where the hell does that come from????  Puritanical values have seeped into my psyche. I must really look at this......and maybe have the biggest piece of cake-marble-a corner piece- and enjoy every single indulgent, glorious bite...

Saturday, November 11, 2017

In this Moment

Quick sketch today after sharing the morning with one of the best woman on this planet.  One with whom you can take out your soul and say here it is in all its wonders and awfulness, and it is treated gently, lovingly and with humor.  I like the feeling that as we age we will share more and more, that our hearts will keep opening and we will keep seeing each other, that we will understand and honor how precious each of us is in THIS moment.

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

I'm BACK!!!!

I stopped doing this blog for a year or so...a really bad, awful,sad, heartbreaking year.  But I seem to be walking out of the despair into some kind of light again, and with it I have committed to doing things that I love-even if they don't bring in the money.  I have been so long finding value in only the things that help pay the bills, the work that others pay for, the things that are sort of dull and meaningless to the soul.  I hate that phrase do what you want the money will follow, I would rather embrace follow your bliss-and just leave it there.  Because BLISS may be the gift of the work of your soul, and that is something I must learn to value.
So with that in mind, I am back to drawing what makes my soul light-ladies in aprons working on everyday stuff-this lady is taking the cover off the rising bread.  I can smell the yeasty dough, I can feel the stickiness, I can taste it warm from the oven slathered with butter from the covered brown butter crock in my grandmas kitchen...and those memories are the ones that save my soul when I think I can't go on.....

Tuesday, December 20, 2016

December 20, 2016



I am working with brown paper bags and charcoal and memories.........there is so much loss in my soul that feel as if I am a shadow walking through the world.  Nothing loud or fun or bright is stirring me, but I find comfort in these lined faces coming to gentle life in pencil.  I like the faded quality, the hauntedness of the image..its about all I can handle at the moment...this comforts me

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Oh, I am pretty proud of this.  A friend requested a floor cloth and wanted a Georgia O'Keeffe  kind of style.  I think I nailed it.  I really had a blast doing this and its usable art-which I love.   I bought a pink vintage shelf at my shop and am putting the porch back together is a kitschy, fun way.  Why I never gave myself permission to do this before I will never know.  Its almost as if I stopped living for a year or so and just stumbled along, just went with what is instead of really surrounding myself with that which makes me happy.  I feel a slight difference lately, an interest that has not been there for a long while.
   The daughter is back from college with a new cat.  Its been fun to see him try and acclimate to our other three animals.  The oldest cat and the dog are ecstatic about  a new friend.  The youngest cat is being a super brat-and she is usually the mellow one.  We had two dogs staying with us over christmas and there ws none of this growling and hissing behavior.

Monday, April 27, 2015





I just realized I was signed into the wrong gmail account when writing my last blogs. And they were good!!!!!!!  I have been fooling around with altoid cans and 3-d stuff which i am loving.  Then I got on an aceo fairy kick for a while.  Today I was bored of all that and moved on to portraits of women.......I love the smoking woman, she can out so well.  these are small but fun to do.  Getting details is har, I just bought a brush the size of an eyelash to do eyes and such.  It won't last long the way I am using it, but it works so great.

Spring is upon us and I am determined to keep moving -did my Insanity workout today and then walked up to the post office-so i hit 12,000 steps before noon!  Thanks fitbit.....off to do more poractive things-like clean the basement...

Monday, April 13, 2015





Okay this is just one of the best times I have ever had in my life-and I am not kidding.  I have always been enamored of history, puppets and theatre-and after playing with altoid dioramas for a few years I woke up this morning and it suddenly hit me-Punch and Judy!!!!!!  that crazy duo that has been around for hundreds of years-I have stood in Covent Garden right next to the Plaque that declares the Punch and Judy sighted in the 1660s by Samuel Pepys.  See that is how much of a geek I am.  When reading Pepys diary (and if you haven't, oh what you have missed!!!!)  I almost had an excitement heart attack when I came to the mention of Punch and Judy-Why you ask???  I have no earthly idea.  Maybe it harks back to when I was in grade school and some marionette theatre would come every year and put on shows.    I can still feel the thrill, watching those puppets, watching the story, completely absorbed and lost in it.  It has been a secret dream to do puppet theatre.....oh, how many wonderfully impractical dreamy things I love to do--

so Punch and Judy-in an altoid can-with a back drop-now THAT was a GOOD day