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Business is interfering with my posting life! It is not walk in the park this week, deadlines and stress abound! Drawing this from the top of my head was freeing, a trip outside at 1am! This was going along nicely … Continue reading
When I was a child my mom kissed the palms of my hand each night at bedtime and told me this prayer. It has a special place in my heart. Images are from Doolin, courtesy Joyce, who did a grand … Continue reading
I can’t get enough of these crazy Hahnemühle Post Cards. I am so swamped with deadlines right now I barely have time to make marks, but I have a stack of these next to my bed in a tin … Continue reading
Oregon green rivals Ireland, no two ways about it. Below is a favorite crook in the road on our way from Portland to Southern Oregon near the South Fork of the Umpqua River. Pulled over to sketch it — and … Continue reading
Constance Lloyd married Wilde man, and bore his children. That was not all she was — feminist, adventurer, leader. Well bred, well read, an author of children’s stories. Deceptively strong, though she died at forty from a complication of surgery, … Continue reading
It started with the Monkey King tile from Christ Church in Dublin… And then I had to draw the one next to it… And then I found more… And more. They marched along the bottom of the open pages. They … Continue reading