Friday, February 28, 2014
Finished A through Z in my A Drawing a Day Journal. I'm moving on to other things, but will stay loyal to letter (of course). It just feels like a painting season now. My whole house stank like stale, wonderful paint. I'm out of canvas, out of room, out of everything but crusty brushes. This isn't a complaint, but an excitement... an anticipation. I don't know why I'm bent on ruining my art supplies. Probably because I'm a pig.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
I worry. I pray. I walk in your shoes in my mind. I do everything I can to be there for you. We talk every day on the phone because we're too far apart. I don't think we'll ever get to be close, although that's what I've always wanted. I wish I were there to make things easier. Drawing storm clouds and stormy seas... because I love you.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
“When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet