Monday, December 28, 2009

fire and ice

it's snowing brilliantly outside right now, i'm in heaven. we've lit candles and a fire to enhance the cozy.
i'm in love with this time off and have so many things i want to do. now that it's snowing heavily i'll have to add "playing outside" to the list. a bundled up hike through a forest would be perfect. wandering below iced pine trees, breathing in deep cold air, then warm tea/hot chocolate in a cozy cafe.

Monday, December 21, 2009

for g-ma

a piece i just finished as a Christmas present for my grandma. i haven't come up with a name for it yet but i still have a couple of days. at least the painting is done, i went through a big "rut", a "thinking too much" few days where i felt stuck and started to panic that i wouldn't have a gift for her, one that meant something anyways. i was scared that i'd have to run to the gas station at ten o'clock on christmas eve and buy her a Chippendale's air freshener for her rear view mirror.

luckily this will not be the case.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

a powder room flood

there i was awaiting serenity in bubbles, i ran the water and put on the kettle. everything was looking magic and smelling heavenly when i dimmed the lights down to an amber glow. what was that reflection on the floor? what glimmered in the corner of my eye? why, it was water! a lot of water spilling out from the base of my soaker tub. relaxation dashed away as i raced to grab the nearest towel to create a dam.

what is the point of a soaker tub when you can only float in three quarters of a cup of water? who designed this modern atrocity made to look as if it were from another era? i want to be buried in warm suds, right up to my neck, no knees or boobs peeking out into the cool breeze that lurks so dangerously close above the comforting steam. the term "soaker", to me, means more than just your feet and bum get damp. it means everything up to the longest tendril of hair on your head gets watered.

this calls for inventive measures.



Sunday, December 13, 2009

recent brush strokes

Cove

Metropolis (not sure on this title yet)

Tempest

The Other Side of the Tracks

a few of my newest pieces ('flying whale' doesn't actually appear on the painting of course). they look way better in real life - especially 'Tempest'.

sunday night comes so fast and my yawns are coming faster. time for a bath with a side of tea.

.goodnite moon.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

merry paint

working on christmas gifts. *click on image for larger view*

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

sometimes

sometimes we cry...
sometimes we stress...
sometimes we worry...
sometimes we hurt...
sometimes we panic...
sometimes we fear...
sometimes we hate...
sometimes we break.........

and sometimes we travel an inch above it all. that inch is so close between the negative and positive that it touches both at the same time. it takes a great deal of strength to make the touch stretch further upward, reach into the good and root itself. why is this such a difficult task? why is it easier to sink than float, to give in rather than give out?