stencil.

I told you I loved Damask. This was a special order for a friend that needs a stencil of damask that incorporates African herd animal heads.  Why wouldn't that be something you could just pick up in the wallpaper store?  Well it should be.

finally.

Finally is not the name of the painting so much as me saying, "Look, I finally painted after a year of stalling."

Also, open doors behind people feature in several of my paintings and drawings.  Wonder what this means deep in my subconscious?

This painting has no name right now except for "Audra's," because I started it for her more than a year ago.  Aud - you may officially title this piece.  Might I suggest - "My painter is a big fat procrastinator?"

Jenny - you're up next.

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.