I went all out of order painting her, had the background for a while and just painted a face shape then figured out where the features go…see…backwards
Inspired by Effy Wild, I’m going to make more faces…
…besides the book illustrations…Art Journal things:
Potentially finished pages:
Parts of pages made from paper and old paint:
And the flowers I bought this week:
Because sharing is caring…
The things we do every day form our lives.
I drive 1 (one) mile home for lunch most days.
1) I get away from the peopling I have to do for work
2) I spend time with Emily (who loves my company)
3) I generally make time to work on some art.
I can throw some paint down in many different places, on different surfaces then walk away as it needs to dry and I have to head back to the library…because SOMEONE has to earn the money for the kibble, amiright Emily?
So…back into the fray…
10 things like Effy Wild is posting…
1) painting the illustration for the book’s title song, “The Golden Heart”
2) And the full, sky background for, “Let There Be Light”
3) While bing-watching “Sonic Highways” by the Foo Fighters
4) and enjoying my farmer’s market flowers
5) While waiting to hear from the car place that my car is ready (getting detailed, Shelley is…),
6) Also, making a salad with everything I can throw in it for lunch…
7) looking forward to a potential visit from my Juli next month
8) I’m popping with ideas for my Anjo canvas (my bestie is my inspiration)
9) it’s not as easy as you’d think to think of 10 of anything
10) I’m trying to do a lot more of that self-care stuff, like mani/pedis, and regular gym runs, but also going to bed earlier and fixing up my car, as I spend so much time in it.
…of cat sitting.
My dear friend, Judy, is off traveling again, so I am watching her drama queen, Tallulah:
For dropping by on occasion to top up his food and water, it’s not much of a chore, but my Judy made a card for me
that is so adorable
And cracks me up
Because Judy is hilarious
And THEN, she found this awesome book for me:
On top of all of that, Tallulah LOVES me so being a little helpful turns into a love-fest…
…without my own father, Rob Roy Wirt.
I was Daddy’s girl, as much as a small-town, free-range white kid in central California could be, and I had my Dad for 19 years only.
But that doesn’t matter…I can close my eyes and see my dad standing in our kitchen, cooking his steak, whistling, or telling me stories, or singing to me…
See, I remember him and think of him most every day. I remember every story my cousins told me about how my Dad was the coolest Uncle many years before I was born.
I know about how, when he was 19, after Pearl Harbor, he had to eat bananas and cream for 2 weeks to make weight to enlist.
I know he met my Mom when my oldest Brother was a baby and how he always wanted a little girl.
And I have three older brothers, two of whom are fathers themselves. Unlike with the women in my life, there haven’t been many men who have tried to be father figures to me…I had a stepfather for a time and he was nice enough…but the constant males in my life have been/are my brothers. Each one of them has stepped up for me at some time in my life, they are the best men that I know, and I am blessed and lucky that they are MY Brothers…my Brohim.
We all miss Dad in our own ways…the fact of his absence just hits harder some days, for me.
My memories are what I have now…
“And I know you’re a part of me
And it’s your song that sets me free
I sing it while I feel, I can’t hold on
I sing tonight cause it comforts me
I’m glad it sets you free from sorrow
But I’ll still love you more tomorrow
And you’ll be here with me still
All you did you did with feeling
And you always found a meaning
And you always will”
– Alter Bridge