Morels and Wayne Trees.

This is on a small canvas, maybe 8x10?

Sun, or Moon?

Here's a whole group.  This is on a "recycled" piece of slate.

detail.

Another, on 8x10 canvas...

These.

My brother found these beauties, there were 92.  Were.  They ate a bunch.  He had to cut out of work early yesterday to go back.  "I didn't even make it to the good spot yet, back in the back".

Everybody Knows...

Some watercolours I worked on last week.  I got so into it I might have to do the entire alphabet.

This one (below)got away from me.  But still, there are parts of it I quite like.  I apologize for not taking a close-up of the elephant's pink penis.  It was entirely by accident, I didn't mean to make him so anatomically correct.  And its shooting out a pink droplet which is even more glorious.  Zoom in, you'll see it.
If I think of it today when I'm over at the art room I will get the close-up you all need and deserve to see.
The story needs to be changed, I should claim that this was completely intentional because it is so freaking perfect.

Freedom and Garden Glamour Stones.

This is the "first finished version" of this little painting on the narrow bookcover. I say the first because I think its going under the knife again...
Its difficult to read the quote, which I like.  If you do the work you get the reward.  But I'm not sure I like the quality of the difficultness.
Its just not there yet.

Lately I've been having trouble bringin' it home.  It comes in phases for me, and I haven't had that cycle of the phase for too long.  I love it when I go in to work on paintings and I can just look at them for 1/4th of a millisecond and know what they need and grab them and do it and boom, its right.  I'm needing that day.

Meanwhile, these glamourous beauties are now in my container gardens.  I always forget which green is which when they're still itty bitty, problem solved.

And you know how much I love to paint a rock.

Oops, there's no item in the photo to tell you how big or small this beauty is.  They're each maybe 3 1/2 inches, fits right in your hand.

So even though I can't seem to bring it home with my paintings lately, I'm making it happen with the garden markers.  My level of happiness over this is waay too high.

Tulip Watercolour Morning.

I can't quit it, these new cheapo watercolour pan sets are taking over my mind.

The inspiration:

You've seen these 3 characters before since I can't stop taking their picture every single time I walk by them, which is every second of the day.  Maybe now that I've painted them I'll be able to quit this nonsense.

Watercolour Pans and My Own Personal Stonehenge

These inexpensive watercolour pan sets are just for fun.  I didn't think that they would be as nice as they are.

Here's the j swatch.  Doing this made my life, it was everything.

This iridescent set had to come home with me too.  Had to.  (Artist's Loft from Michaels.)

And then I spotted this one, and it had to tag along as well.

Making j swatches is my life and I'm going to do it all day everyday from here on out.

This.  This is my victim...  I promise to post this very very soon. (next post)

So yesterday was a special day.  April 14th is the day the sun aligns in tere'sTunnel, my own personal tunnel into the woods that, as you all know, I photograph regularly.  I wait for it each year because when it happens the Angels peek out from behind their clouds and blow their trumpets and sing "aaaaahhhhh" in a lovely soprano.

You can hear them, right?

Pink Trees and Sleek Machines.

This little painting is on a long thin bookcover.  It was drippy and wet, but I wanted to snap a quick picture of it before leaving the studio today.  I will let you know what comes of it.

I might have been channeling the color palette of this luscious rusty crackle hinge.

This was under all that matte gel medium.  It dried!  Its real thick and shiny.  I like it.

I tried to tip it to get the full effect of the thick layer, not so helpful.

It worked better in this shot.

Well, just know, there's a heck of a lot of gel medium on this painting and I like it.

Ok so this morning was huge.  DarkSoul III came out and the teens were all very very very excited about this.  I sent my husband in for my teen's copy (since he had to be at work).  The things we do for our kids...
Hubby waited in line behind about 20 teens, oh the stories he told.  He scored "our" copy at 10a.m.  He brought it right home for me and Willie to download.  "Just pop it in the PS4 and download it mom" my darling teen yelled as he was running out to his car.


     Now mind you, I do not know what the PS4 looks like.  Head cocked. I entered the forbidden turf.  It was dark and the bed was unmade.  First thing right off I put some clean bedsheets on that bed and made it up nice and tight because I am a mean mean mother.  Then I asked Willie what a PS4 was.

     There it was, in the darkest corner of the room.  I could barely make it out it was so sleek and black.  And, there weren't any dang buttons on the dang thing.
I almost had to phone the Middle School at this point and ask them to put a 12-year-old boy on the phone, any 12-year-old boy, the closest one would do.  Ah, didn't need to call, it opened!  As if by magic.  It turns out all you do is grope around haphazardly and it opens for you.  It spit out GTA (old game, bad game) and sucked in this new shiny sleek and supposedly wonderful game before I could even bat an eye.  In it went good bye.
   Well fellow Mothers, this is where it got tricky.  I made a quick call and got JAH on the phone.  I thought this was smart since she has a teen son as well.  She advised, "use the controller".  Controller?  I've seen those.  There were at least 5 of them in the vicinity.  I followed a wire leading out of the sleek shiny buttonless PS4 to a controller.  Surely this will work.  "Turn the tv on" she then advised.  Seems simple enough.  Well people, these newfangled tv's it seems have no buttons either.  What is this trend and how soon until its over?  Darn minimalist designers.  Things need buttons people!  Otherwise we don't know how to turn them OFF.  Or, in this case, on.
   Dissclaimer:  I know it sounds as if I am an old fogey but I can assure you I am quite young and with it.
   It seems that groping and fumbling is the new black for flipping a switch these days.  Got it, don't know how but its on.
   "Find the MotherButton" (like is on Fancy?)  I could relate to that, its in the center and its round.  Yup.  It took me to a section of "users", and it seems that my darling teenage baby child has ELOPED because his girlfriend's user name had HIS last name.


     This took some time to digest.  I had to pet Willie and breathe.

I'm never going in there again.  There's no going back, no unseeing the seen.
I somehow someway downloaded this fabulous spectacular game so that the playing of said game could commence the very same second he blasted through the front door and left his shoes in the middle of the floor.


Never going in there again.