If it's too clean it means you didn't use it.

If it’s too clean it means you didn’t use it.

I have hundreds of art supplies, but I usually only use a few of them.

This box is perfect for travel, but I end up using it around the house all the time.

I use a pencil to draw the initial picture, then I use watercolor pencils throughout the process.  At the end I use them to accentuate the details.

Most of my work is done in little sketchbooks, so I don’t usually need my large palette full of colors.  But when I do larger works, I love to use my Robert Simmons Sienna brushes.  These little Niji waterbrushes are excellent for small works. 

Today's face.

Today’s face.

I don’t know why I always draw and paint faces.  I think it’s because I’m trying to figure life out and I’m looking for answers or insight in the faces I draw. Maybe that’s it; maybe not.


In March I always think of my artist journals and my dad’s birthday.  I remember the weather.  And I often write poetry in March . . . 


Which brings me back to writing.  I’m supposed to be on a marathon “write” now, so I shall return to it.


Golden thoughts for my golden dog.

Golden thoughts for my golden dog.

It sounds dramatic to say, “I’m no stranger to death.”  I mean, melodramatic.  Instead I’ll say, “I’m no stranger to grief.”  (I just remembered/realized that Jesus was “acquainted with grief . . .”) Sometimes I say I don’t grieve well and other times I say it’s one of my accomplishments.  The fact is, when someone I love dies I take it hard and I take it long.

Remember that movie A Beautiful Mind?  The Russell Crowe character figured out when he was hallucinating because the little girl never grew up.  It is similar for me.  I can tell I’m in grief-induced depression because I can’t tell how my words affect others and I take things wrong.  I’m ignorant and delusional, I guess.

I’m hoping to wake up one day and feel OK again.  In the meantime, I’m rewriting parts of my book wherein my Main Character has experienced a significant loss.  In addition to having researched the stages of grief for her, I am observing them in myself.  And I’m able to give an accurate, non-objective flavor to her grieving.

And I gotta admit, it kind of tickles me to write in little scenes I never thought of before.