It's been a tough summer
It rained through most of June.
There has been a multitude of "stuff"
Lots of little stuff
One or two big stuffs
But I know the best way out from under "stuff" is with gratitude
For sunshine ☀️, thank you for finally getting here.
For all the two legged and four legged beings
that care about me.
And of course grateful for Boysenberries
Walking to work there was a tiny dead baby mouse on the parking lot
The tiny mouse on the hard black top tugged at me and I was compelled to snap a photo. Knowing she would feed some other hungry baby I left the mouse there.
After sketching her, the art looked so bleak and for days it bothered me. So I changed the story and gave her an umbrella of flowers to rest under.
Hopefully I do the same in life.
Give people a place to rest, or a strong shoulder to lean on
We are so busy forgiving everyone for everything.
Are we remembering to forgive ourselves?
Especially for things we didn’t know we didn’t know?
So many moments I swore I’d never forget. When did they slip away?
The smell of a lover’s skin,
The anguish of a first love lost.
The enchantment of watching The Nutcracker Suite live for the first time.
Perhaps not lost, just momentarily misplaced.
Welcome back dear friends
No deep meaning.
Life got so much better when I realized perfection was unattainable.
Wabi sabi is my goal
There is something about commission work that I’m not fond of.
Most of the time when I do something artistic it’s whatever I want to do. If it doesn’t turn out well I erase, or reuse the paper, or throw it away. If it turns out well I can put it away and bring it out when a rough patch comes up.
But commissions, it has to be finished. It has to be done the way someone else wants it and once it’s done I have to give it to someone else.
Luckily this commissioned book is finished
Every morning I put out bird food and a few scoops of sunflower seeds.
The seeds feed birds and squirrels and possums and brown rats.
Some of the seed goes in feeders, a feeding platform and some is scattered for the ground feeders.
A delightful benefit from all this feeding is
A mini field of volunteer sunflowers
As everyone knows, I’m not a bible quoter but…
As ye sow so shall ye reap
Looking back at my sketchbooks it seems not only do I enjoy eating the bounty of each season but my art is influenced by it as well
Why not? Much as I love the stark beauty of trees without their leaves, late summer is the time to inhale the scent of sweet peas and try to capture their garish hues on paper
Roses to paint and blackberries to draw and devour.
Soon pumpkins will appear in my sketchbooks and on the table
But for now August has my heart. After all it’s my favorite month of the year