Taking note of small things

The last bright flames of flowers farmer’s market this morning, gathered up into a whimsical bouquet. The air had a certain chill all day, a harbinger of shorter days, of early twilight, of southerly migrations.
Finally, after a week that felt slightly tumbled from it’s own momentum and busyness, today was solace. A morning ramble […]

Literary diet.

After a morning of silver gray skies, rain came down, filling up puddles and freckling my sweatshirt on the way to dinner at the local vegetarian cafe. We talked about classic literature versus modern popular literature over our plates of pasta. Modern literature, we agreed, often seems to be targeted at a specific audience. Chick […]

Almost a package of candels old

I made a flourless chocolate and vanilla cake from a recipie I found here. It was divine.

Studio Friday: Favorite Tool

When I got to thinking about it, I realized that the tool I always use in my art is gel medium. I’ve already shown what happens to my son when I use it here. Better than glue, I use it to adhere pieces in a collage, as a fixative for pastels or watercolors, as a […]

Illustration Friday: Roots

Listen to this.
Andrei Codrescu’s words filled my soul last Wednesday, and for days I’ve kept running over these sentences in my head. Images suit me better in times of wonder or grief. So I painted.
Starting with a topographic map of the Mississippi delta, I wanted to convey how hope takes root, like it […]

Today

Six full years today, DH and I have been together, and he came to me this morning with a box wrapped in coupon paper for juice and tied with a red ribbon. Inside a beautiful hand made silver necklace–just the one I would have picked. My smiles scatterd about the room like freckles. I am […]

because some days it’s all about ME

Answers to the meme Steph tagged me with:
7 Things I Plan to Do Before I Die:
1) Write & publish. Writing is a love-hate thing for me. I’ve established that I can’t live without it, but I’ve also established that writing is a major pain in my ass. It’s introspective, personal, and challenging, yet without […]

What happens when I paint with Bean in my lap

Gel medium paste gets in his hair.

Learning Curve

I am starting realize that the early baby months—when Bean has been a pre-crawling little bundle easily carried from place to place–gave DH and I a slightly warped sense of what it means to be a parent.
I mean, thus far we have managed to retain some of the grace and adult-only sensibilities that keep us […]

Illustration Friday: Dreams

Like Icarus, the city underwater has dreams of flight.