The slow gentle nudging of water eventually wears away even the hardest of edge. Eventually a way in will be found, eventually the water course will go its way. Just keep moving towards the goal, you can't help but be there.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Day One Hundred Fifty: The New Girl
Yes, she was good to work with, thank you Miss March:
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Day One Hundred Forty Nine: Holy Shit.
None too soon I will reach that half way point, in another month or so... I am learning daily about my creative side and what it wants.
Saturday, May 29: Pastel, Acrylic on paper
Friday, May 28, 2010
Day One Hundred Forty Eight: Hey Man, How You Been?
Turn about is fair play. I thought to go west and ended up east. An unexpected and welcome guest met me here. Talk has been slow, but the vibe is always good.
Friday, May 28: Sharpie on paper, 9"x12"
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Day One Hundred Forty Seven: Whoooo....
A very best friend had a birthday today, not just any, her fortieth. The girl can rock. And look gorgeous, and have fun, and have love all around, all the time. Gotta love that about the living process. Love begats love.
And somehow in the process, I got to learn about the different demographics here locally and how it can drastically affect retail policy in a few miles. Sweet information.
In other news:
And somehow in the process, I got to learn about the different demographics here locally and how it can drastically affect retail policy in a few miles. Sweet information.
In other news:
Thursday, May 27: sharpie on paper, 9x12
I still hope to learn daily from my experiences. I know I have much to learn.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Day One Hundred Forty Six: The Witch, Oh The Witch is Back
I just had a couple days away, in Texas. I have been there a number of times before, Dallas proper. But this was different. In on Sunday, out on Tuesday, for the most part confined to a Resort space. It was fine, there was plenty to keep me busy. I had a book, meetings and almost enough pool time. I ate too much, drank tequila, stayed up too late and met people from all over. I participated, I smiled, I shared.
Thank goodness I am home.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Day One Hundred Forty Five: Cowardly
The lion is getting braver, but I need some Toto!
Monday, May 24, 2010
Day One Hundred Forty Four: Tinman
Poolside days are awesome. I wish I could do it again tomorrow. Or even better, I wish I had my own poolside to hang at. Alone with no hordes of conventioneers. Soon.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Day One Hundred Forty Three: Hot and Sweaty Scarecrow.
In Dallas for a couple days and 91 degrees feels good and hot, sweaty and humid. Pools are open and I have a suit, tomorrow is a day with 6 hours of pool time for me. I am so glad to have a rejuvenation period. My brain will feel renewed.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Day One Hundred Forty Two: Off To See the Wizard
Everyday is such a good day to learn new stuff. And now I am off to Oz.
Friday, May 21, 2010
Day One Hundred Forty One: Rome is Burning
And if this process where better I would have time to make art all waking hours. But, alas, I do not. But rest assured, I enjoy all those times when inspiration occurs and that is not always in front of the easel.
Thank you for the fire.
Day One Hundred Forty: A Small Step Right.
I used to love it when my calendar was full. Any social event, dinner, gathering, concert; I was there. Now there are few things that I look forward to besides time spent making my art. And yet here I am, obligations to fulfill, art to make that is not mine own choosing, trips to places I have exhausted already. Thank goodness for the bright spots that make the voids between disappear.
Sometimes things just have to burn and isn't that a bright spot.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Day One Hundred Thirty Nine: Left Redux
Giddy with lack of sleep I am ready to stay up all night again. Well, perhaps not.
Sometimes clarity reveals itself at strange times. Things that were bothering me when awake and full of energy seem unimportant now. And in that state, I can see I was just playing drama in my head for the fun of the emotional ride. But even the best ride becomes boring, predictable and tiresome if it goes on and on.
I have lots to do in the next couple of days. I prefer nothing to do except what I want and what I want is to make art, ride my bike and play with friends. All at the same time!
Where are you...
Day One Hundred Thirty Eight: Rain Falls, Hopes Float.
More prodding, more stalling, more stress.
I am about ready to cry uncle. Art everyday is challenging me in ways I had not thought before. So for today, I found something fun and tempting:
Monday, May 17, 2010
Day One Hundred Thirty Seven: Non-Sequitur
The more I pay attention, the more I could swear that emotions give off a scent. If I pay attention, I can smell fear, lust, love. Or perhaps I imagine that I do. Often enough, I am right in my olfactory deductions, a hunch that paid out.
I'll keep my eyes open, my nostrils flared, and my judgment at bay. A perfect entrance to any situation. Let's see how I do.
Monday, May 17: Sharpie, pastel on paper, 9"x12"
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Day One Hundred Thirty Five: I Bowled
Two games at the local alley. I did not manage to break a 100 either game. But at least we did not have to put up the gutter rails to play. That looks like a whole different game, bouncing off as you got.
And then my homework is due, time to cram.
Saturday, May 15: Pastel and colored pencil on paper
Friday, May 14, 2010
Day One Hundred Thirty Four: A Taste of Life
Is better than none at all.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Day One Hundred Thirty Three: The Zen of Biking
I ride to ride. Sometimes I like to pretend I am fast. I get passed some by members of the lycra crowd but generally manage to hold my own with anything dressed civilian. Except for those damn fixie boys, crazy shits. At any rate, the sun brought out a bunch of competition today and pursuit was my game if no one else's. I ended up panting and smiling and pretty damn pleased with my distance and kill ratio! A little bike love is in order though, there is a creak in my crank.
Don't make me ring my bell at you.
Thursday, May 13: Sharpie on paper, 9"x12"
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Day One Hundred Thirty Two: Change the tune.
What to do, what to do. I have a big canvas that has been giving me the evil eye for a while. Perhaps it is time to give it the attention it has been craving. And I am tired of the small stuff. Not enough room to stretch.
But until it is finished with me:
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