Showing posts with label Colored Pencils. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colored Pencils. Show all posts

Monday, January 9, 2012

Fillers

This is a filler post.. 
Mostly shots from last week.. 
because I'm constantly taking pictures,
and not all of the pictures are worthy for their own post.
So this is a filler post.. full of random moments from my week.

I started it off by taking the dogs on their walks. 
That's one of my new years resolutions..
It's hard to keep that one when it's so cold.
It took Wicket a little while before he decided he wanted to walk.
But he was pretty good after crossing the street.
I received a beautiful package from my dear friend Erica.
Though, her shop is on vacation... you can still see the stuff on facebook.
Getting this adorable package cheered me up quite a bit.
And so did this.
Wicket hopped into my purse that was sitting on the couch. 
The purse was full of all sorts of things, sketchbooks, planners, pens, 
and now a puppy.
And yesterday I got back into watercolors, pastels, and colored pencils.
It's been over a year since I did art like this.
And now I will explain why some of these "cheered me". 
I've been having terrible anxiety for the last few weeks. 
Anxiety turns into depression, and depression turns into anxiety. 
It's been a mean little cycle all my life, and I'm normally good at fighting it off.

This time it's been very hard.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Love

 I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
 I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain fragrance,
risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where "I" does not exist, nor "you,"
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.

Poem by Pablo Neruda

Prints available in the shop this evening.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Painting Party!

I miss painting parties. I miss hanging out with my talented and artistic friends. I miss talking with them while painting and eating food, or painting while listening to music. It has been too long.

I decided to have my own painting party. I painted for 12 hours straight. I watched several movies. Chatted with my best pal over skype. I ate pizza and drank delicious drinks full of caffeine.  I didn't even get dressed! (In fact I may have dressed down quite a bit for the event... the roommates were gone!)

It was a terrific day.

Here are the results...

Taylor says this one looks exactly like me. (Minus the antlers... or maybe... not!)
It wasn't meant to be a self portrait..
Mushrooms are just the most delightful things on the planet. Except to eat. Gross.
The wolf has and always will be my favorite animal.

These paintings are all available in the shop now..
Except the wolf, but I might sell prints.
I haven't decided yet.