sick.

When my friend Audra Lou H. Esquire asked me to draw her a card that was happy, we came up with a cutesy cartoon-y frog checking out some crazy double rainbows.

But then we decided that what would really make a nice card was someone with a heart that was exploding.  For those of you that just viewed the previous image, you might think this would mean a cute representation of a post-Whoville-sing-along grinch-like heart that's so filled with love it pops neatly out of one's chest.  But no...we have more of a sick sense of humor...so....this:

Is that blood on the wall?!  Yes...yes it is.  Please don't commit me.

Canvasium Pigmentio!

Look what I finally got.

Magic wands!

No...wait...sorry.  New paintbrushes is the correct answer.  Yep, that and paper on which to paint and/or draw.  Time for the sharpies to take a hiatus.

PS - I know it's really just bad lighting and a lack of knowledge about all the important things about photography...but I can't help but love these golden-hued photographs taken in our dimly-lit living room.

figgy.

I took this picture of some Black Mission figs the other day and fell in love with it.  I want to paint it.  I think it's partly the pattern the basket creates in the background....but it's mostly the colors.  Deep blackish purple, grandma-bathroom green, and a light creamy behind it all.  I'm in love.

Stinky.

Right.  I should buy a new sketchbook.  But you see....I had one.  It contained many things that I've already posted on here, and many many things that were not.  And then Mona got sick the other day.  Really sick.  While we were gone, she managed to break out of her crate.  And so when we returned, the room in which she was contained...contained what her stomach used to contain.  That was the same room that contained my sketchbook...and um...the sketchbook got it.  Got it good.  Apparently Mona thinks my drawings are great!  ....for her to poop on!

So, because I have no sketchbook, and because Mark was talking about the Babinski Reflex while his feet were in my lap, you now can be grossed out by this lovely woman.  Her name is Babs.

Might I add...this was a challenge for the both of us.

(dad)

In the heat of the moment, (this moment is the one on Father's Day where you realize you aren't in the same town as your parents and didn't send your dad a card or anything on time so that it would actually be there ON Father's day, so maybe it would make you seem like a better daughter to put a picture of him on Facebook with a little "Happy Father's Day!" comment next to it), I decided this, (I DREW a picture of my dad for facebook.  And then, for various reasons [I thought....hell....my dad doesn't have Facebook, why am I going through all the trouble of telling everyone else BUT him Happy Father's Day?  And my drawing was in Pink, and it was inspired by the same picture that my sister DID put on Facebook {and she DID get him a card and gift ON Father's Day}, and the easiest way to get it on Facebook was to take a crappy picture with my phone, so it would look crappy anyway], I did post a message and photograph of my Dad and me and shared with the world what I should be sharing with my dad...and this little crappy picture of a hot pink sketch of my dad was left with nowhere to be, no people to see.  Until now). would mean a lot.

green.

Trying to get back into the habit of blogging every day.  Slow going, I know.  And this certainly doesn't really count as a painting or drawing in the least, but...oh well.

Behold... Cilantro Pesto.  It was yummy.  And beautiful, beautiful green.  I love this color.  Have you ever noticed the color green right after a rain storm, when the sun is starting to come back out, but the sky is still that warm grey?  The way all the green looks during this moment is my favorite color.  Well, favorite at that moment anyway.  I have a different favorite color practically every day.  Today my favorite color is...Cilantro Pesto.

bathroom.

 Ah, good ol' bathroom humor.  So, one of my hubby's cousins is getting married, and apparently when he was younger, he thought these little framed sayings that my fabulous mother in law had in the bathroom were hilarious.  He later asked to have them, but I guess they were long gone at that point, so my mom-in-law had the idea of recreating them on a couple of 4x6 cards to be framed and given to the lucky couple just for laughs.

While the originals were apparently a western theme...Yeeeehaaaaw, she gave me free reign on the updated versions.  So, here is my take on toilet paper and...ahem..."sprinkles" in what I felt was a somewhat classy depiction.

I love the sprinkle/tinkle saying, by the way.  My friend Erin first introduced it to me in High School, only her take was "be a sweetie and wipe the seatie."