Day 70 was Sunday. I finished painting the wedding gown. Aubrey will photograph it soon. It takes a certain sort of energy to take a pain...

Drawn with colored pencils. Drawn with authentic joyful abandon. As I remember from six. Different pencils, same approach. Time travel...

Most often it's clearly evident that Aubrey enjoys being Orion's big sister. Especially when he's screaming. But mostly, he'...

Inertia. It's so easy for me to visualize it as a creature with a life of its own. It's on me all day. What created this weighty, sl...

I get email alerts when people comment, even on old posts. I got a comment from an anonymous: "what's this...It's just a little...

Gaia's Tidings Done!

I've skipped a day. What a slacker. It just sort of went by in a blur, yesterday. I painted poppets all day, in a cocoon of sorts--the w...

I begin today's work with the sculpture painted in a flat lamp black undercoat, fully dry. I begin the dry brush over the black. I wa...

I started work on the papier mache sculpture by gathering what I'd need for vines: wire, wire cutters, brush, toothpick and beads (tho...

Everything is wet. The tiles are shining in the gloom, the greenhouse plastic dripping, even the bowl I leave food in for the Tortie is fu...

Still slogging along, though more productive. Can't tell if I'm feeling better, or adjusting to a level of discomfort. More nasti...

are two days nearly indistinguishable from each other, in that I slogged through them both. I actually don't remember a lot about yes...

Today's work started with a roll of paper. But the day started with a paradigm shift. A paradigm shift in the truest sense, in that thi...