Hearts

Hearts

She Wore Her Hearts

She wore hearts upon her sleeve, more on her left than on her right.  There were more closer to her own heart than not.

This drawing comes from my sketchbook. It is relaxing to me to just allow individuals to appear, and get lost in playing with dots and lines. When I work with a live model, I prefer to use a fine point pen of some kind. There is something soothing about making a decision and living with it, right or wrong. The commitment of it. The challenge of figuring out a way to make it right if it doesn’t work.

There are always little discrepancies that remind me of human frailties and the beauty in the imperfectness of both nature and human.

Silence of the Squirrel

Baby squirrel
all sweet and soft looking
sat on his favorite branch
Washing face with
the backs of his paws
thoroughly involved in the task
Then, stillness overcame
his every fiber
Looking sideways at that big person
there in the kitchen window
In a flash, he was gone!
Emergence

Emergence

Out of the Ink, the Faces Emerged

 

The process of mono-print making is so delightful because it begs the awareness in the moment. Each unique print as I play with the ink calls on the Muse to guide my thoughts and hands.  It’s even more joyous when there’s great music playing and the rest of the body gets in on the dancing.

Today was a day of creativity and expression. That’s always good for me.

Rosepoint

Rosepoint

On Point with a Rose

She made her point with the point of her pen

And the whole point of the rose  is beauty amongst the thorny points of life, I suppose.

Love DNA

Love DNA

Cosmic Love

Today, I started out with a simple black felt tip pen drawing. Then, I began playing in Photoshop CS6. (I recently signed up to subscribe to the Cloud. I love it! I had been using CS5, which was wonderful in it’s own right. ) This image is the result of many layers.

Catching the Breeze

Living on mountain tops
or frolicking on rooftops
Humans can catch
the breezes in their hair
More alive simply
because of placement
Ah, but the real trick
is catching the breezes
in the stillness of the quiet valleys
Reflect

Reflect

Reflection

Amidst the frosty mornings and the need for growth-inducing action there is a part of me that must take a moment here and there to reflect. I love this chair that I rescued from a curb with a little sad-sack “free” sign tilted in the grass.  It feeds my eyes, and on this day it reminds me that I can reflect the light. I don’t have to be the active source of the energy all of the time.

Move Through Your Fear

Move Through Your Fear

Move and Breathe

The more that I just breathe, and move through my fear, I discover new blessings every day. This project is already feeling daunting.

And so, I breathe.

An Image a Day

An Image a Day

Transition

 

I have been feeling the pinch lately of not living up to my own commitments to myself always,  and I have observed that I feel much better when I do.  One instance that I have been fairly engaged for a good long time is the Daily Napkin project.

I’ve also looked sidelongingly at friends that have maintained a discipline for a goodly amount of time. I decided that this year, I am going to follow suit in my own fashion. This year, I intend to present a new image every day. It doesn’t matter whether it is something I drew, a photograph I took, or even a book cover I designed, as long as it is an image that I somehow created. This sounds like fun! I’m excited about the prospect of it.

Yesterday was the first day of this year. I didn’t post this image because I did not have access to a computer. I’m going to make it clear right here and right now that I will not be approaching this “fun” project in an compulsive fashion, so if I can’t make it to a computer, it is ok for me to post when I can. I’m glad that I broke that ground right off the bat. Just to clear the air.

I saw this lovely lush moss growing up through the astroturf on the stoop/step of the Grange Hall where our band – Souls Journey – played music New Years eve. It speaks volumes to me of how nature transitions even our most unnatural parts with grace and ease.  Lovely.

Keep the Faith

He was one hum-dinger
and so was his song
And the winged one flew by
silently in truth
knowing there was nothing wrong
“Keep the faith,” the birdie said
as ice fogged morning sprung to life
with every crisp footfall
And, he was aware, not afraid
in the quiet hours
of his early morning moment