Bright Ideas: Brigid Shell Moon


I little Venus of Willendorf!


Okay, it may be very late for
Brigid’s Blessing, but here she is…
I love drawing late at night… totally relaxing…
and until we are through this push,
I need relaxing!

Bright Ideas multi-color journal,
Diplomat Aero with Robert Oster Fire Engine Red ink,
Platinum Carbon Pen with Platinum Carbon ink waterproof cartridges.

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USk: Pot Dispensaries

       
I kid you not, I sometimes write quotes that strike my fancy on the edges
of my journal then later am sketching in that page… but really, what are the odds
I picked this quote on a page of a local Pot Dispensary?

I am trying the salve for my arthritis.  I’ll tell you if it helps!

Meanwhile, and mind you I wasn’t a pot smoker back in the days
(don’t react to drugs well AND smoke well…)
but I imagine that there are still vestiges of how it feels fringe.
ID is checked before you go behind locked barred doors —
even old folks LIKE ME get their ID checked in the waiting area —
and then you realize why — besides state law —
it is a cash business, so wow I guess theft would be a good score?

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SoCS: Ribbing

I  journal and do morning stream of consciousness exercises, and
I’m again participating in Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday
I write to a timer, 15-20 minutes, no editing except spelling, and of course I add my art!
You can do it too!
The Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “RIB.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think of the word “RIB.”

I got nothing on this word…
I like barbque ribs… then ribbing, taking a good ribbing…
Then Rib Tickling!  And we’ve never needed to laugh more.

  

Saved the funniest for last.

For the rules, go to Linda’s blog;  feel free to join the fun!

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VSW: Family


Well the challenge did shift my mind… I chose peeps to paint!

All ink, sketched then hit with a waterbrush.
These are always gambles… you can’t see the colors before you hit
them with water — you have to try to remember where you put this or that color!

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VSW: Bay Of Fires, Australia


Why do I always like them better cropped into squares!?

One of the last images in my Hahnemühle Watercolour Journal
wobbly paper makes for a wobbly sky wash… cropped it is interesting,
but larger looks like a bad wash!  Let’s call it Wobbly skies!

Every so often I forget how much I don’t like opaque watercolors and give
MG Cobalt Turquoise another try… It is a perfect color, if only transparent.

I’ve been using inks so much I’m needing to switch to my watercolor mindset again>
This was painted fast, as a sketch in about 15 minutes (without drying time).

Bay of Fires, Australia.

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Notre Dame


I started this Hahnemühle Watercolour Journal in April 2018.
Last night I finished it processing the grief of the day,
the grief of a year of sadness in many ways.

Mitchell told me in the morning
he had an alert from World Heritage that Notre Dame was burning.

I saw my first images in the morning, and wept.

All day I had to come back to it while I worked…

It wasn’t until after Mitchell fell asleep that I was able to process it,
sketching and painting by the small light next to our bed.

Artists and writers process what is in their hearts best
while sketching, painting and writing.
I wrote, and threw the colors in my head onto paper,
watched them dry into the odd shapes and mixes,
some looking like ashes, then began my sketch.
As I tried to find a way into this amazingly complex building in a simple manner
that would be feeling not architectural, I wept again.

I was 24 when I stayed on the Île de la Cité…
It was my first time in Europe, and it was Christmas Eve.
My girlfriend wanted to leave the USA for the holiday because of a breakup,
and asked me to go.  Fortunately I had a passport I’d never used,
and luckily we found a B&B fifth floor walkup or who knows where we would have slept.
We went for two weeks and stayed for almost three months and I almost never came back.

I had not looked forward to France, particularly.
Nothing about it had ever called to me.
But when I stepped off the train at the Paris-Gare-de-Lyon,
I turned to her and said, “I’m never going home.”
I fell in love with the smells, the sounds, and the people.
It felt as much like home as Laguna Beach; I was enraptured.

The trip changed my life.
Outwardly, it took me out of the push push push to achieve and
eventually I left practicing architecture (though one can’t not be what one is, either.)
I shocked my family with discussions of not coming home,
sublet my apartment, said bye-bye to clients and a boyfriend,
told Welton Becket (architectural firm) to find someone else to take my place…
I ate like a Parisian, walked, lost weight… two months…
sometimes taking excursions out of the city, only to return quickly.

But much more happened inside as I relaxed into a different rhythm,
one far outside my family patterns.  My life changed.  I changed.
And when I did come home, my priorities for life changed…
Some of those changes you see in my blogs.
Though thankfully Becket had not replaced me!
One has to eat!

Last night I realized as I sketched and painted that I also grieved
for the people whom I loved and who are gone…
For a me that was once and is not more,
though the me that is has her as a part, not the whole.

Of course, if I had not returned, if those people were still around,
I might never have met the love of my life,
might never have painted, might never have…

Notre Dame was part of that time, always within sight
in the city that changed my heart.

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VSW: Tazzie Skies

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I thought I might be ready to do my review but not quite!

Ink painting from a photo (used with permission)
from a wonderful photographer, JC Merriman.

*note: not tasmania but sofala australia…*

Ink is so not like watercolor — much more unpredictable and mind-of-its own when used in washes.  I am getting a bit of the hang of it but it still takes me on a ride.

I like that alot!


The colors used in this one.

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