Smile. Spring is coming!

I know it seems crazy to think of spring just before the blizzard but that too shall pass and spring will be here! 

Watercolor with molding paste and tomboy markers. 

Colors just make me happy šŸ’ƒšŸ’ƒšŸ’ƒ

Flowers and gratitudeĀ 

“Flowers and gratitude”. I was away at a swim meet this weekend. And if any of you are swim parents, you would know that there is a lot of sitting and waiting. Luckily I brought a goodie bag along with watercolor, markers and was able to finish this piece. I started with my favorite part, the faces, first, then added the flowers and left the doodling for the last. This piece is inspired by a lesson from Life Book 2017, taught by the wonderful Tamara Laporte. Check her out! 

Starry starry night

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Blue is one of my favorite colors. I always end up with blue in my palette. I love painting bold vibrant colors. This time, I wanted to go softer. I started with something really soft but kept feeling something was missing so I kept adding until I got here. Guess this is as soft as I can go:) She reminded me of the song Vincent… song of my youth. Loved singing it, especially at night, looking up at the night sky… starry nights are my favorite. Despite how many times I look up, I have yet to see a shooting star…. hopefully I will… one day:)

Here are some of my progress pics…

Her eyes have their own vocabulary.


Bought a new toy this weekend. Dr Ph Martin’s concentrated watercolor in indigo. Started splattering and indulging in the glorious blue color all over the page. To be honest, it was a mess to start with. But slowly, her eyes emerged, then her nose, her mouth and suddenly she appeared…. and I spent the rest of Sunday gloriously doodling away… couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful way to spend a lazy Sunday…

She has storm in her eyes…

We are facing stormy days.. feels like there is some kind of protest springing up around the country everyday. And we are flitting from one craziness to the next. Sometimes I wonder when I will wake up from this nightmare.

As always when I paint my girls, I have no idea in mind. Simply a posture I am interested in. And when she emerges, she has a message for me. In this case, a poem from Atticus.

“There was a storm in her eyes

Rocky seas from a hundred stormy nights

But also there was a light

A warm wind

From a distant shore

So that’s where I headed

Towards the light

That shone in her eyes

With gentle seas.”