For the total eclipse, my daughter and I made a makeshift pinhole to safely view the event.
We caught a crescent on our plate.
Our shadows were blurry.
Crescent shaped rays of light spread across our kitchen.
From an astrological view, this eclipse represents change. How magical it is, the weekend after leaving a toxic work environment, I begin this week enjoying the solar eclipse.
Leaving behind a place where I felt the answer was always no, to a place of freedom where I call the shots. Where instead of being told no to my ideas, I'm saying yes.
Life is a twisted winding path. Aside from change being a constant, so is gratitude.
I'm grateful to have a wonderful man in my life who is an amazing cook and more thoughtful that I ever could wish for.
I'm grateful for the gift of baking in my new home. Take some lemons and make something lovely.
I'm grateful for the rose bush outside that produces amazingly fragrant roses.
I'm always grateful for this beast at home.
I'm grateful for love. In the end, love always wins.
I've been single 5 years. During that time, I yearned to find someone, rode the dating roller coaster of oddities, and finally decided to get completely comfortable with the idea of being alone the rest of my life. It wasn't a pity party. Just a calm peace in knowing that in the end, all we have is ourselves. And that's ok.
I've found a man who brings me flowers, plans dates, and astounds me with his amazing cooking.
I drew this in January. And he showed up in April.
I'm smitten and grateful for each moment I spend with him.
My cousin and I were going to the Venice is Sinking masquerade ball and I had waited until the day before to start making my costume. Luckily, I had some playing cards and an idea.
It's amazing what you can make from a deck of cards and a stapler.
We ended up winning Best Couple's costume that night.
Amidst the chaos and the noise of the season, I present to you a new piece.
November left me depleted and hopeless. I am pretty sure I'm not alone in feeling this way. Do dreams come true? Or is life just maybe not so great? This gloom and doom mentality is out of the ordinary for me. Even in the darkest times, I reach for a pocketful of reserved sparkle. I draw dancing food and half naked ladies. My life is blessed. But the mood of the past few weeks had me questioning the relevancy in even existing.
A few months ago, I had applied and gotten into the local Bizarre Bazaar to sell work along with many other local artists. This event came just at the right time for me. I set up my booth and within minutes, had my first customer. And then the next and the next and so on. People thanked me for creating happy art. Said they needed the giggle. I had forgotten the joy I get hearing people laugh at my jokes, puns, idioms.
Slowly, I came out of my funk. We are all suffering a little. We all have battles. But what I have learned is this; once you can get through the grieving, there is space for immense joy and the possibility of dreams coming true.
Come see me at these events that are coming up in November and December!
Over a year ago, I experienced true heartbreak with a chap I'd only known for a month or so, but whom I fell head over heels for instantly. Our relationship was a quick fuze, not meant to last. Funny thing about heartbreak, is we can produce the best work as a result. A few days after crying my heart out, I took to my sketchbook. I produced several ice cream pieces. This one has circulated in a few art shows this past year and made its way onto a greeting card. It has been one of my best sellers.
I received an email over a week ago from someone asking if they could please get this ice cream piece tattooed on them. I responded back quickly granting permission. Honored, touched. She wrote back and said, "Your work is the best personification I've ever seen of my feelings."
And today, after a rough week inside beige walls, I received this email with the finished tattoo. It looks amazing. I can't stop looking at it. The tattoo artist captured it perfectly.
I should send a thank you out to the universe for sending in that chap to break my heart, which in turn produced a great piece of art work that also went on to touch others. Thank you, Man Cake.
When I was a little girl, I loved clowns. I only really knew of the cartoon clowns or the ones illustrated in books. Or the ones in the freezer section of Baskin Robbins. I was so enamored with the clown cones, I begged my father to buy me one. I carried the fragile clown home in a tiny box on my lap. When we got home, I took time to admire the bright colors of the clown face staring up at me. I bit into his shiny colorful face. But the taste was not bright or shiny. The flavors were bland. It was my first food disappointment.
I still think clowns are ok. And I sketched out 2 clown cones.
And then colored them in. Because my thoughts are currently of Halloween and my upcoming show at 55 Bell Art Gallery, my color palette was a bit darker this time around. :)
Today on my drive to the other side of town, I noticed a ladybug on my windshield hanging on for dear life. I was on a major interstate, so I couldn't reach her. So I drove, watching her shake against the glass with the wind at her back. I planned my rescue attempt once I was off the fast moving highway and watched and observed. If only she knew that if she moved one way or the other off my windshield, she would be free. The fall might be a bit treacherous, but she would no longer be pressed against the glass hanging on for dear life.
But she didn't know that. In the moment, surviving was all she was capable of.
If only we were all so brave to let go, knowing there would be freedom on the other side of fear. Instead of just clinging on in order to survive. Maybe the universe is always showing us this. And we are too caught up to listen.
Once I reached a stopping point, I parked the car, scooped up the ladybug who was still, thankfully, alive. I carried her to a small patch of greenery and laid her down. For the rest of the day I thought about this lesson the ladybug demonstrated for me.
Later on, I wandered unknown streets in my neighborhood to find a pea patch nestled in the middle of the city. This place is magical. Ethereal at sunset.
Today I am grateful for ladybugs. And lady friends!
An iced star!
An iced star and my best star.
Pie in the sky dreams that I draw every day.
Tigers jumping through fire atop some red sunflowers!
Gratitude from the very talented performer Bettie Beezlebub, who commissioned a portrait from me.
A piano in the park.
I cannot believe July is here already!!! Make time slow down! I've been working up a storm as of late on client work as well as my own.
These giclee's are for my show at Hotwire in West Seattle, opening July 7th.
My daughter and I are always at the fireworks show at Lake Union. However, this year, we couldn't stay out late since her camp starts at 8:30am and lack of sleep produces grumpy ladies! However, since it was my first year sitting the show out, I didn't realize I could actually see the firework show from my home!! Thank you, universe!
This one is a bit perverse! "When you're a hot potato, all eyes are on YOU". Happy July, everyone!
There are many stories I have to tell. Rather than write them all down in detail, I'll just leave a few images to pique some interest. You can decide the story if you choose.
I went on a short road trip to Bellingham with a close friend this weekend to restock my items at The Bureau.
I visited my favorite bookstore and picked up a $5 gem of a book!
I ran into old friends from 20 years ago. Danny and Nicci were my employers when I worked as a receptionist in Cat N' Fiddle Salon. They brought the fashion and party to the sleepy town of Fairhaven. We had so much fun back in the day.
These doors with my logo I designed just after I graduated college. I remember locking these doors each night as I closed the salon in the 90's. Whenever I venture back to Bellingham, I remember part of me that has gotten lost. I reflect in awe at how long I have lived and the many experiences I have enjoyed and learned from. I reflected on how life has turned out very different than I had thought it would back when I graduated college. And yet, it's not so very different than what I had wanted for my life; to be a mother. To draw every day. Those dreams came true.
And on Sunday morning, back in Seattle, I woke to the horrible news of the mass shootings in Orlando. There is so much sadness in the world right now. We do horrible things to each other. Yet, there is so much love. Imagine what we all could do if we got out of the way of ourselves and just loved. My thoughts and prayers go out to all of the fallen who do not get to continue their journey here.
Love. Just Love.
I've been feeling a bit nostalgic lately. 80's lyrics from popular songs, movie imagery. People who know me, know I love a good 80's style 'love conqures all' dance routine. I was talking with one of my best friends about concepts for my upcoming show at Biscuit Bitch. We were discussing how we could use the epic scene from FlashDance in one of my pieces. A few days later, the idea of a doughnut getting her sprinkles on popped into my head. I did some loose sketching.
The finished product happened right on the eve of National Doughnut Day.
June also means the beginning of a glorious berry season. What better way to get your sprinkles on than indulging in some berry preserves from your local farmers market!
This last photo makes me laugh. Dear friends are precious to me.
Remember, no matter how hard life might test your endurance, always find a way to get your sprinkles on! Happy June, everyone!!