Lights & lines

Attention: This is a PG-13 post! If paintings of nude people bother you, do not read! It’s about 4:30 on Saturday and all I can think is that I need a nap. I got up this morning and took Key for a long walk. I came back and ate breakfast, then loaded up the car

What should I call my journal?

So, it’s been a while. I’m not going to apologize because I think you all know my reasons for taking it easy; however, it was a little scary logging onto the site just now and seeing 31,000+ comments (spammers, hard at work). I must remember to check in a LITTLE more often, even when I’m

What’s Next?

As I mentioned in last week’s post, after the workshop, I spent a few days just puttering around. During this period, I made a few decisions. I need some down time. I need a break from painting. I need some time to sort out my goals and maybe even my styles. I have WAY too

Skip Lawrence Workshop

It’s been an intense few months. And I’ve been burning the candle at both ends. So on April 26 I started a ten day vacation that was arranged around a workshop by Skip Lawrence. This workshop was organized and put on by the frequently admired Ruth Armitage, who counts Mr. Lawrence  as one of her

Trust your intuition, you

As I mentioned in my previous post, this weekend was the Watercolor Society of Oregon (WSO) Spring Convention. The WSO conventions are always something of a highlight for me; they are events that I plan my year around, both time and painting. I have been painting very little, if at all in the last few

Judgements

I did not go to work today because I had a nasty “stomach” and… well… let’s just leave it there. After calling in sick, I went back to bed for a while, then made some phone calls (will the phone calls never end), then took another nap. By this time, I was feeling well enough

Progress Report

I’m tempted to start off this blog post with an apology for the length of time since my last post, but I’m afraid I can’t really be sorry. So much is going on that any day I get dressed is a small victory. I am making progress on various areas of life, but I’m afraid

Not so in order

I have a habit of writing emails and posts  that contain numbered lists. Occasionally, I find this a little obnoxious, but there is something extremely comforting about a list.  I had 18 things I wanted to accomplish this weekend. At the same time, I’m having trouble remembering how doors work. Friday Friday was day two