Saturday, January 31, 2015



day 30, 30 paintings in 30 days challenge




woodland creatures, mixed media 




take a step to the right, a step to the left

you may find yourself in the woodlands 

of your mind where whimsical 

creatures greet you.  tiptoe.

you don't want to frighten them away.




a few of the african dolls i collect










Friday, January 30, 2015

Wednesday, January 28, 2015



30 paintings in 30 days challenge



day 26



day 27, jerry



day 28



hello.  today i am posting three paintings to catch up.

 now i am up to snuff.

some days are like that....



posting along with the creatives 
at paint party friday.  thank you
ava and kristin for hosting.









Sunday, January 25, 2015


day 25, 30 paintings in 30 days challenge




here's looking at you, kid, acrylic and ink



for some odd reason which i have yet to discover,

i love roosters.   maybe it's the pride with which 

they seem to hold their head up high, 

as if they pay no heed to how funny looking 

they are.  or perhaps, it is the silly wattle.  

well, you may or may not be interested to know

that the smithsonian did a study on why roosters 

have wattles by studying  the behavior of hens around

roosters with regular wattles, without a wattle and

with a wattle that flops around quite a bit.  the winner,

that is the most attractive  at least in the estimation of hens 

is the one with the regular wattle.  

i love roosters even more now that i know this.






Saturday, January 24, 2015



day 24, 30 paintings in 30 days challenge



untitled. acrylic and ink



my life

Sometimes I see it as a straight line
drawn with a pencil and a ruler
transecting the circle of the world

or as a finger piercing
a smoke ring, casual, inquisitive

but then the sun will come out
or the phone will ring
and I will cease to wonder

if it is one thing,
a large ball of air and memory,
or many things,
a string of small farming towns,
a dark road winding through them.

Let us say it is a field
I have been hoeing every day,
hoeing and singing,
then going to sleep in one of its furrows,

or now that it is more than half over,
a partially open door,
rain dripping from eaves.

Like yours, it could be anything,
a nest with one egg,
a hallway that leads to a thousand rooms ---
whatever happens to float into view
when I close my eyes 

or look out a window
for more than a few minutes,
so that some days I think
it must be everything and nothing at once.

But this morning, sitting up in bed,
wearing my black sweater and my glasses,
the curtains drawn and the windows up,

I am a lake, my poem is an empty boat,
and my life is the breeze that blows
through the whole scene

stirring everything it touches ---
the surface of the water, the limp sail,
even the heavy, leafy trees along the shore.

by Billy Collins






day 23, 30 paintings in 30 days challenge



how many geese does it take?




wild geese

you do not have to be good.

you do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

you only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

tell me about despair, your, and i will tell you mine.

meanwhile the sun and the deer pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the parries and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

whoever your are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls sot you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting~

over and over announcing you place

in the family of things.

~mary oliver

Thursday, January 22, 2015



day 22m 30 paintings in 30 days challenge



love that wind in my hair, mixed media




i remember 

my first bike

the feeling of 

freedom

alone

balanced

wind in my hair.



posting happily today with paint party friday.
i am a bit behind on replying to comments. as 
is said, sometimes life gets in the way of 
good intentions.