Tuesday, May 30, 2006

Big night fizzles

Saturday, May 27, 2006

Illustration Friday: Cake

I liked the topic this week. Dough of any kind fascinates me.

I have always drawn the same cake symbol whenever I make a card. So I was lazy today. I just drew my cake and then added a figure of me as a French queen feigning surprise. Here's my French crown:

It is an unfathomable joy for me to be able to draw, color, create without feeling like a freak. Melba and others have written elsewhere about the importance of finding one's tribe. For an extroverted introvert, and introverted extrovert, playing on the blogosphere is so ideal.

Be sure to visit the Illustration Friday site. There are some really brilliant answers to this week's topic. Applause and gratitude to Penelope for keeping this game going.

Wednesday, May 24, 2006

happiness journal

This is the cover of my happiness journal. It's a Moleskin covered with two things:

Button objects
Puffy paint

When I go to bed I try to think of one or two things that made me happy that day. The smaller, the better. It always makes for good reading.

Here are some things I've written recently:

laughed long and hard with people at work

walked on the ocean-side beach in the sun

saw Charlie Chaplin out-takes

Postcard from Andy Pie

watched a flock of robins looking for worms in tilled ground

purchased new pistachio-colored wallet

10-year old niece told funny jokes over the phone

a young person said "I admire you so much" WOW!

my huge finger cut has healed itself. I can type again!

all red things

I like the way the whole pages look, even if you can't really
see much detail. Every time I draw I end up with so
many questions about technique.

Something red


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Monday, May 22, 2006

Draw the things in your purse

This is from Keri Smith's 100 ideas list. I selected "Draw the things in your purse." I did this in about 45 minutes with crayons and a marker. I have lots of questions now about how to model with color. It was really fun because it made me pay attention. I also just love crayons. This is a Fossil purse just perfect for a little sketch pad and pencil. Ice Cream Monster seems to have fallen in love with the same bag.

I looked at scanners at the store this weekend. Must wait until this job comes through.
It has been such a joy to receive e-mails and comments from other art bloggers this week. I'm really inspired both by the art and the measure of humanity contained in them.

Thursday, May 18, 2006


Finally, anger and indignation pushed me to leave.



Monday, May 15, 2006

No fear

Saturday, May 06, 2006


Here's my contribution to Illustration Friday. The assignment this week was "Fat". The lampshade cast a strong shadow over my drawing. I decided to leave it there because it adds an appropriately sinister feel.

So this is ME. I've gotten very fat over the past five years. Part of it is medication, part of it is menopause, part of it is the Great American Lifestyle.

I'm really unhappy about it. I exercise about .....once.... a week. I eat vegetarian. I really like processed carbohydrates -- but try to contain them. I feel a change coming slowly as I extricate myself from this marriage and begin to be a tourist in the land of my creative self.

In the past years I've grown spiritually in outstanding ways, but my FATNESS is one of my biggest flaws, and a source of constant self-flagellation.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Mixed Media Memoirs

Melba's question this week is: What are you proud of?

Monday, May 01, 2006

To Sally, my dear mom

Some of these drawings come from letters that I wrote to my mother. She was 80 when she died last year. An incredibly free spirit, she practiced yoga, wore purple Birkenstocks, wrote her memoir, ate vegetarian, wrote anti-war letters, even went to hear Bruce Springsteen sing for John Kerry.

When my dad died in 2002, she was left to live alone for the first time in her life. Every Sunday night I sat down to write. My letters became more and more experimental and colorful. I sometimes used huge pieces of velum or wrote with cray pas, or made the letters into illustrated books. They didn't phase her.

In 2004 she developed an aggressive brain tumor. She died the same way she lived: peacefully, surrounded by five loving children, laughing, singing, and doing yoga stretches even in her hospice bed. She died six weeks after the diagnosis.

When my siblings and I started to clean out the house, I made an amazing discovery in the basement. She'd kept every one of my letters dating back to 1979! She'd always wanteded me to "do" something with my drawings, but I felt like they were very childish and not special at all.

Then I started to look through this huge, overflowing Kinko's box of my work. I understood that my letters to Sally were essentially my years of practicing with ink, crayons, and the written word. From the Other Side my dear mom helped me see myself differently. Maybe she knew with mother's intuition that I would eventually have a creative blog.