Inchies

I made a handful of tiny art today! It has been a long time since I've played with this tiny format. I think I participated in an exchange years ago and still have all the tiny pieces I received then.

Interestingly enough, I started the day by pulling out a book (actually, it's more than a book) that I purchased a couple of months ago and left unopened. My eyesight seems to be changing rapidly and I'm using my (still new) eyeglasses more and more often, so I thought a holistic approach might help. I don't think the author recommends making tiny art. Maybe he does - I read only the preface... but will continue the book tomorrow (look how cute the inchies look on the cover).

Because many of the commenters don't have emails connected to their profiles, I thought I could thank you for the thoughtful comments right here. As always, they make my day brighter. For lady M. - no need for translation, we speek the same language ;-)  hvala.

Who needs angels?

Angels have no philosophy but love.

-Terri Guillemets

My summer has been a mix of very sad, very happy and everything in between.  I resist the sad... I don't like that we are supposed to have both. I don't think I need the bad in order to know what is good. I want to stomp my feet and close my eyes so I don't see or feel the sad. 

I fight it by trying to shift it to positive. Positive thoughts, good energy and painting. I often paint angels when I need them. Today I need them. And maybe some of you too, so I'm sharing.

Outside the open window

The morning air is all awash with angels.

-Richard Purdy Wilbur

Journal page with details that tell me a story

I found myself sitting in the car for a long time today. For some reason I stopped carrying a little journal with me, so the only piece of paper I could find was a parking slip. Interestingly, that small piece of paper brought me peace. I fished out my favorite pen from the bag and made a quick sketch. Then, instead of throwing it away, as I planned, I took it home and built a journal page around it.

Since this day was all about my daughter, I put on the page some things that tell me a story about it.

 The little snippets really don't mean anything to anyone, except me. And although the journal page isn't a masterpiece, it is exactly what I want from it - a visual and written memory of the day and my feelings about her.

BTW - she is starting her senior year in high school, and I'm trying very hard not to see her as the little nugget she was when she wasn't all grown up and serious. Sigh.....

Happy weekend!

Listen to the moment

Hello! How are you?

It seems that I took an unexpected blog break...

 I think I lost my blogging voice... For a while wondered what would be a good "come back" post. Since nothing came to mind, I decided to just jump back into it "with a light heart".

I recorded a video, I think my first one in over a year. It shows me playing with my portfolio pastels and white paint on watercolor paper.

This is my 17th video and the first one that has a 'dislike' on youtube. Yikes...
Maybe you shouldn't look at it ;-)

I painted a ton of stuff, so I hope to be back more often for show & tell.

Hope that you're doing well and enjoying the end of August.

xo

Daydreaming

Test. Test. Test.
Just wondering if I can blog using my phone...

101 BIRDS - Painting #20

I don't know what I was thinking, but here she is...

She

So, where do you start after such a long time? I found myself in the studio looking at my supplies, wishing to use them all at once, yet somehow not ready for them. So I opted for the simplest thing - paper and graphite... and she showed up.
Happy June!