Saturday, June 10, 2017

Last Round 5 work in Preston's Mole

Brave Benny and the Owl

watercolor and Faber-Castell and Micron artists pens
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Dragon tears collab for Steve Spetseris
watercolor and sakura gel pen

Camouflage Rabbit
 white-line print, watercolor
pocket item for Preston

These are my last two pieces in Preston's Moleskine.  The first is for the Brave Benny Book I am doing for my grandkids (and Also for Andrea, even though it's in Preston;s Mole), the second is a collaboration for Steve Spetseris--Steve feel free to manipulate or paint over any part you'd like.  The third is a white-line print.  My first ever.  It is for Preston's pocket.  I am concerned because there is absolutely NOTHING in Preston's pocket--I thought we were each supposed to leave some small gift for the owner of the Mole in the pocket.  

A little history of the white line print.  I took a workshop.  The workshop was three hours long, during which time I made the design and then carved the woodblock and began the printing process.  It took 2 more 3-hour sessions to complete the print. It's a slow process.

The White-line print, also called the Provincetown Print, is described here and also in many other online posts, if you are interested in learning more about it.

Saturday, June 03, 2017

Brave Benny and the Warthog

Brave Benny and the Warthog

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Brave Benny and the Warthog. This sketch is for a book I am working on for my grandchildren called Brave Benny's Animal Alphabet. This sketch is for a book I am working on for my grandchildren called Brave Benny's Animal Alphabet.I did it in Intense pencils, Derwent Graphitone pencils, Koi watercolors, micron and microline pens. I am considering this a sketch, or plan for the final piece. It is done in Preston's Mole.

Friday, June 02, 2017

Moleskine art

Collab page for Steve or someone
 I borrowed one of Mike Kline's characters for a three-way collab of sorts. Click image to view larger.

"The Great Outdoors"
We just got back from a camping trip in Canada.  Two moles were waiting and had arrived while we were away.  To tell the truth, mostly, the bugs were NOT too bad (except the rotten stable flies), but we did encounter a number of ticks! Click image to view larger.

Thursday, May 18, 2017


Calamari at Macaroni's
Very super idealized "self-portrait" of me and my sweetie.

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

starting a new Self-portrait
  The Satchi Gallery is having a self-portrait contest and I entered a few of mine. Click on images to view larger.

The Queen of insomnia

Self-portrait with roses and checkerboard

Self-portrait with Andy Warhol

Slef-portrait with self-portait
Glass Walls

Self-portrait in recliner with insomnia
This last one is new tonight.  The others can be found below.  Or here.

Saturday, January 21, 2017

Envelope 5/1

Here is the front of the envelope for mailing the first Mole of Round 5 to Steve
This is for the Moleskine exchange that I participate in.

I am going to have hip replacement surgery January 31.  and here is the back of the envelope.  I hope to mail tomorrow because I will be in the hospital Feb 1, and if not tomorrow, very soon.  This completes my packet for this mailing, I believe.

Box turtle on back of envelope for Steve, click this and all images to view larger.
The scan colors are not precisely the same as the actual paintings.

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Moleskine Exchange, Round 5, first mailing

As always, click images to view larger.

I painted, with acrylics, the front cover and am calling it:  "A Marriage Blessed by Love."

"A Marriage Blessed by Love"
 Then I painted 3 watercolors of animals, a fox, an owl and a pika.
fox, watercolor

owl, watercolor

pika, watercolor
 Then I made a half of a painting for Steve.

Frida, watercolor
Then I made 3 cards for a pocket gift for Steve.

Monday, January 09, 2017

"Frida Divides her World," by Mary Stebbins Taitt, watercolor, in Moleskine.

Friday, April 22, 2016

Earthday walk at St. Clair Metropark

Under construction

J20160422-1500 April 22, 2016 Earth Day 3 PM Metro Beach, that is St. Clair Metropark. When I got in the car after leaving Dr. John's office, piano music came on the radio that was so incredibly beautiful that I burst into tears and cried practically all the way up to Metro Beach. It was Bach's partita for keyboard number three (in G major[?])—so beautiful. The day before yesterday I burst out crying when I saw a whole bunch of flowering trees, the first flowering trees that I really seen so abundantly flowering this spring and it was just so gorgeous that I began to cry. Sometimes I wonder if I cry too easily.

I failed to bring either a camera with a long lens or a water bottle; I was too intent on dressing for being weighed by Dr. John who is very scary.

I am at the pond now watching geese cropping grass. There's a very large fish, probably carp, thrashing around in the cattails. I saw robins, red-winged blackbirds, a woodpecker and cardinals. I failed to bring any binoculars, so I can't look at anything up close. It's very windy and it's pretty cloudy still but it seems warmer, maybe just because the sun is out. A muskrat just emerged from where I thought there was a carp blundering around, a small muskrat. It swam directly toward me. I'm sitting close to the edge of the water and it swam toward me to within 3 feet of me and then continued on behind me. I got an extremely good look at it, but didn't dare try to take a picture, not that I have any good cameras with me anyways, but I was very excited.

I've been running a gauntlet of geese on the berm trail around the pond. They've been hissing, and I was afraid they would attack, but so far, they have not.

I notice that I use a LOT more words when I dictate rather than type, and the dictation software is unreliable.  It requires much editing later, if I can even figure out what I had said that was misinterpreted by the software.

I was almost a candidate for America's funniest home videos, only luckily, no one was nearby taking videos, hopefully. A goose came at me hissing and flapping its wings and I was afraid because I've been attacked by geese before, and it hurts, so I picked up the sides of my shirt and flapped them like giant wings and hissed. It was still coming at me, so I hissed louder and flapped harder and the goose finally retreated and went into the pond.

It sure does my heart good, though, to see the ducks and geese flying in and out and the big fat baby owl sitting on the side of its nest. Too bad I do not have a camera up to the task of capturing any of this, especially the owl. If that's the second baby the first one may have already left the nest. I only see one baby and I don't know if it's the first one and the second one lying down, or if it's the second one.

The nettles are up 4 to 6 inches, so I have to be very careful where I step with my sandals.
The swallows are back. I'm not sure what they are eating because there aren’t too many insects out right now specially in this wind.

A pretty, skinny lady dressed in pink says, “What a gorgeous day and it's great to be back out,” and I agreed, even though I've been out all along, all winter.

The terns are circling the pond and chattering, and it makes me think of Little Hog Island and it makes me want to work on my novel. I could work out here because I have it on the phone, but I need to finish my walk and go home because Keith will be coming home and want dinner and Graham be wanting dinner and so on. (I didn’t have any lunch, so I’m fairly hungry, too!) I'm sitting near a muskrat house but I don't see any muskrats although something splashed in the water nearby.

I climb to the promontory and sit on the rocks and my mind is going snap, snap, snap, snap taking bunches of imaginary pictures: a goose standing on a fallen log at the water's edge in silhouette against the brightness of sky and water and another goose in the water beside it and the shining horizon stretched out as far as the eye can see, no land in sight across the water, the sun reflecting on polished aluminum water, a group of fishermen walking along the shore among the trees and then splitting up to look for spots to fish, and again, the bright path of sunlight reflecting off the lake, the terns circling.

I'm having one of those expansive moments I rarely have anywhere but out in nature.

I'd like to give that soliloquy to Dana in LHI.

Okay, I'd better head home.

Let me first, though, mention the sounds, the trilling of wood frogs and chorus frogs and redwing blackbirds, the cacophony of other bird song, the wind in the branches making a quiet subtle roaring sound. There are geese honking ducks quacking, squirrels chattering and under it all, the wood frogs and chorus frogs. And toads trilling, too.