November Paint

Red Tail

A friend just recently took these pics of a red tail hawk that he saw get taken down by a Golden Eagle in CO.

Some sketches & thoughts to share

Writing of dreams, goals, fears. I'm reading a wonderful book called Art & Fear. Its like therapy for the artist. It's about keeping with it, not quitting, like all of those things I was afraid I was feeling are completely normal for an artist to feel. Am I good enough? Do I have enough talent?, Will I ever finish all those pieces I haven't touched in months? Will people want them when I try and sell them? And then there's that big difference between quitting and stopping. Art is all about stopping. Getting a grip. Then it becomes about "going.." Putting it out there and forgetting to care what others think and losing yourselves in the process of creating art from within.

Been awhile

Here's a reflective pencil sketch I did tonight. September already.

Far far away..

I need to change title still to CAPP or write out text... and perhaps move the land around a little.

Reflecting

Went to the beach to write and sketch.

inspired by...

Pattern

Just yesteday- I came across the artist: Florence Broadhurst. Wonderful patterns. Here's a study that was inspired by her work.

NC aquarium

doodles of the day...

inside

I sometimes draw rib cages and I am trying to figure out why? What does this symbolize to me? Some container of life perhaps, some light from the center of within? Where everything is felt perhaps, where everything loves, where everything hurts, where everything cries, laughs, screams and whispers. Where you grow. Where the untold story of your life is written. Engraved in the bone forever. Where everything begins and nothing ends until it is transported like magic into an everlasting shelter of peace held within the freedom of passion, thought, love, where feelings flow in and out and in between spaces too thick to cross alone. In between the lines of your thoughts and the music in your soul. Where the creative spark glows brighter with each day, the dreams are more clear, not so far away, love lasts here and it is known when its presence is among you.

Ocean

small mellow sessions