Ready Set Go

After yesterday’s somber Finch, there’s really only one thing to draw this morning – a rollerskating turtle.  The votes for subject matter are still firmly in the whimsy category and so here is a bit of whimsy.  No, I did not wake up with the random idea of a rollerskating turtle, at least not today.  This is actually a sketch I’ve done several times for a project I started for Scarlette before she was born.  I really must finish something.  Truth be told, it was the original design for the mural in her playroom which due to some indecision, a...

The Finch

Two fabulously strong cups of coffee and the addition of some charcoal has resulted in a solo finch this morning.  Birds are still all aflutter in my head because I woke up thinking about finches.  The plan was for a pair of loving, snuggly finches on a branch or a wire of some kind but then the first finch emerged so deliciously somber that it became the story.  Isn’t that so lovely?  Not somber finches but when a story emerges from unexpected places.  I’m always so thankful when my plans go awry like taking a wrong turn on a long...

Of a Feather

I have feathers on the brain this morning perhaps because we have so many lovely birds in and around our yard.  From what I understand, the area around our house was a bird sanctuary at one time but has not been maintained as such for years.  However, there are birds here I’ve seen only in photos and nature guides and so I am convinced they are the descendants of the original sanctuary inhabitants.  I may also be biased to birds right now as I am in the middle of a mural for my daughter’s playroom which will have dozens of...

From the Garden

The only thing I find harder than growing tomatoes is drawing tomatoes with a two year old who woke up at 6:30 in the morning and would like a six course breakfast while I hold her during Sesame Street.  To say that I don’t have a green thumb would be giving me a great deal more credit than I deserve.  However, I have found more patience in my thirties and a true inspiration for growing organic vegetables which would be the price of buying organic vegetables at the store.  Scarlette and I went out early this morning and picked some...

In Full Bloom

Despite the wet, I’ve taken to the outdoors once again this morning but to the other side of the house where we’ve begun to form a garden of sorts.  There is a gate but the fencing still stands against the wall.  There are shrubs to be bought and planted and pathways to be created.  For now, it’s a bunch of clay pots with organic veggies huddled in the center of the lawn and a few select plants that I put in the ground knowing that I’d want them there eventually.  Among them is a limelight hydrangea, the rather understated cousin...

A Shell From Distant Shores

It’s a very sleepy Saturday here due to the lack of appointment or schedule and so I’m getting a bit of a late start this morning.  The universe is in line, the world feels right again and all is well because my very dearest friend in the world and his fiance are back from a three week stay in Ireland.  We spent last night over dinner and drinks, looking at pictures and telling stories and I feel like a missing part of my heart has been returned to me safe and sound.  Do you have that?  I hope that everyone...

From the Ears of Babes

When my daughter Scarlette was very tiny, I remember taking pictures of her little features; her eyes, her chubby cheeks, the chunky monkey rolls on her legs, her birthmarks, her ears. I wondered if they would stay the same in some way until she was an old woman, if the smudge of a birthmark on her shoulder would fade in time with no evidence of it at all. Some of it I knew would change. The chunky monkey legs are all but gone now, she’s starting to lose the cheeks and even the heart shape in her ear is starting...

Tree of Nostalgia

The rain has kept me inside this morning so it’s me, a delicious and rather oversized cup of coffee and my favorite pen. I finally found it in a neglected drawer mixed in with some papers and pamphlets from before my daughter was born. That and the fact that we went to see my niece in her play last night has tapped into my sense of nostalgia. She was such a little baby girl when she first started doing these plays and I remember her so tiny and rather shy. You’d find her amongst the herd of kids up there,...

Winged Things

This morning I’ve answered the call. There has been an overwhelming vote for Flights of Whimsy subject matter and so I put my imagination hat on and out came a winged figure. Angels don’t hold any particular interest to me but I have always been fascinated by winged things – birds, butterflies, dragonflies, sirens, griffins, harpies, faeries, the legend of the phoenix and so on. There is something so lovely and structured in the wing which takes fantastic shapes and angles. The idea of flight seems endlessly enchanting for humans so I don’t think I’m alone. I suppose my inspiration...