HB pencil with marker finish. I need new marker , midway thru on some of my finish lines the marker atrted looking like it was 1/2 out of ink ... I suspect Jon has been using it when i'm not around ;P

Apparently i'm just in this kind of mood.

Charcoals and colored pencil 11.03.09
Loosely drawn fall leaf and phoenix all in one?




wish I had left well enough alone ( no really , i know, i say that every damn time! argh! )

wish I had left central pc by itself and not tried to add in background crap ... ah well, i'm getting better at trying to put stuff aside instead of continually touching and adding. Learning to listen to that voice inside that says ... " stop, i like this " .

Penciled in first , then marked over with black marker.

Recovering from the flu, blargh! Was sick all weekend. Recovering though ... this profile is how I felt Sunday evening.

I finished it ... finally , but i'm not super pleased. I liked it better when there was no background. Should have left well enough alone. I stalled out when I finished the main element and kept putting it aside ... I couldn't quite figure out how I wanted to address the sharp to fuzzy elements of the leaf and stick laden grounds and the super fuzzed tree shadows in the far distance. When I sat down and forced myself to finish this is what I ended up with. It's okay ... but it's not exactly what I wanted.

Practice Practice Practice ...

Attention friends, family and everyone else...

We at the TG center will be hosting a reception the weekend of DOR. ( DAY OF REMEMBERANCE )
This reception will be business casual and featuring finger foods.

This is a call for artistic submissions. We welcome all media forms as well as poetry and short stories.

Art work should be displayed nicely. Preferably with mats.
It is display only, you will get it back.

The work does not have to be trans or GLBT related. Simply by artists in the community.

This is not a trans only event, we are inviting the whole alphabet, GLBTIQ and supporters.
Feel free to forward this along.

Friday, November 20, from 7-10.
713 Fargo.

Questions, comments, or to submit your art work, please contact myself, or Lilly
Lillycath@aol.com

I hope to see you there!

I covet her boots ... that is all.

 
 

art as therapy ... why do I ALWAYS end up doing trees when I am processing stuff? Hell , I guess it's not just then either ... I just like trees of all sort in all ways.

branches that could be roots if you flip the canvas. - interesting-

I enjoyed doing this , people seem to like it , including my kids ... but once I got it home I realized that it was a good test run of what I want to do ... but not nearly the final product. Too many branches towards the center of the tree for one thing. The final product will also include crows. perhaps a murder of them. I like the background colors and fades, I like the basic premise of the fall/winter tree, I like the placement of tree truck and extending core branches, I even like the 5 different colors I used to create the bark colors ( hard to see in these pictures ).

So like I said , good test run, i'm documenting it here , and then i'll be gesso-ing it back to white and starting fresh :)




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so , obviously ... Saturday and Sunday were exceptionally difficult days for me.  I picked a beautiful day to be married on here in the South.  Sunday was exceptionally clear and beautiful.

I spent Saturday evening in "radio silence" , cutting off all outside commuications and just being alone, with my own thoughts.  I tried to watch some movies, but none of them held my attention and a few were downright boring.  Eventually, I accepted that staying up wasn't going to keep the morning from coming so I went to bed.

Sunday morning greeted me with it's most winning smile, crisp cool warmth from the suns rays on my wooden floors and the clearest blue complection  that I have seen in months.   I felt sad, but more than sad I felt empty.  It made me think of old antique glass milk bottles ... used , old, grubby from the years ... but still empty vessels , ready and waiting to be washed clean in this river of life and filled with whatever I choose. 


I'm not happy that George left us, i'm not happy that our marriage was thrown away, but I AM glad that I did not make a very serious mistake this past Sunday by marrying someone who didn't love us or feel like we were worthy of him.   It would have ended in misery one way or another eventually.  I hate that truth , but it's there for me to see , for everyone to see really ... wether i like it or not.  I have to face it directly in order to move on.

So now I have this empty vessel.  Yes used, yes dirty, yes a little worse for the wear ... but still very beautiful to me , and capable of being filled with things that make me happy and bring joy to my family as well.

I started my new year cleaning my new home, making Jamacian Blue Mountain coffee in the beautiful french press that Rooks gave me as a new years present, and listening to a Prarie Home Town Companion on NPR.  When my home seemed tidy enough I packed up my acrylics and brushes and made a quick stop at Texas Art Supply for more canvas and Little Bigs for some tastey beef in a box.  I ended up at Herman park , in my favorite spot under the trees near the water steps. 

 I painted for a few hours and the world was gentle to me.  People stopped by and make kind comments , one guy even took a picture ( lol ) ...  but aside from that, the day passed quietly and with me focused on filling my vessel with something I love, something that makes me happy down deep inside... art.

What do I do when a 2 hour meeting is putting me to sleep? And i'[m crashing on carb overload.

Doodle .. and try to make it look like i'm taking notes ( lol )