Be Brave Willie Boots.

This little illustration emerged all by itself yesterday morning.  I spent a lot of time on the hat, trying to figure out the shape.



At one point Willie jumped up on the messy messy desk with his dirty wet boots and tried to walk across the paper.  Chaos ensued, but it only lasted a moment.

I think it was about this far along when he tried to ruin it completely.

I found it strange that later on that afternoon I bought a new hat.  And I wore a longer pink button-down cardigan too.

I feel like a real cowgirl in that hat.  A farmgirl.  And I should...

because, as he well knows,

there's a whole lot of hay in this barn.

See.  Brand-spankin' new hay.  It always feels so good to get that job over with. A fully-stocked barn.  It feels better than a fully-stocked bar.

OK so this is silly, but we took some senior pictures:

Don't they look like senior pictures!??!  She sat there in a real mood and stared and posed for a good long time.  So we had a photo shoot.  These are only a few of the ten gazillion pictures I took.  I think I captured a look, right?



Here's another look that I captured today, the Adventure Kittens on a brief time out.

They are currently residing at college, in a house full of guys.  Now if that's not Adventure-Cat training I don't know what is!

Those kittens are in charge.  They are so spoiled and so pampered and so played with.  They're "very popular mom".  "They have so many visitors".  I guess that's why there's a mattress propped up against the window, for all their fans who can't quite make it back home.


Ok so scroll through these fast.  But I have to say, I love them.  They're the wall paper in this old farmhouse on the stairs.  Its so shabby chic.  I had to share these with you all and hopefully somebody out there appreciates them as much as I do.

Can you believe I got the hat in the picture.!!?!

Crazy.

Happy Medium.

This was my morning watercolour today.  It got kind of wild-I couldn't stop.


Steps:

Can you even see the pencil lines?  Squint!

Beginning paint...

Continue on and get loose...

Keep going don't stop.  I was into it and forgot to take a picture for quite a while...

This was serious morning meditation...

Viola'!

Title on the bottom.  If someone were to end up with one of these watercolours I've been painting lately, they're sized to pop right in a standard 11x14 frame with a 8x10 window.  So, that title at the bottom would be covered up by the mat. But, you'd know it was there:-)

I was up so early painting happily away when Mr. Dreamery came in and needed me to ride along with him to "pick up a truck".  So I did.  And on the way we grabbed lunch at the Wild Horse in downtown Pomeroy.  The clouds in the sky.  I mean, those clouds.  The air was as clear as it is in France.  Crisp and clear.  We could hear the water and watch the humongous barges travel down the river.

I could have sat there all afternoon and watched the river.

But there was a truck to pick up.  Somehow, I was commandeered to drive it home.  I'm used to my much smaller Wrangler and this, well, lets just say I felt like the king of the road.  That's Mr. Dreamery gassing me up in that rear-view mirror.  At this point we were in beautiful downtown Chester which has a lovely lake by its gas station.  Their clouds were lovely as well.

See.

I felt real large in that truck.  That is until I pulled up to the Grandmother Tree in our yard.   Isn't she somethin'?!!  Next time I will photograph her properly and I will include a point of reference so you can see that this tree is huge.  So huge.  Really really very huge.  (that's my Donald Trump imitation!)

Meanwhile my beloved ponies have fallen out of love with me.  They ignore me when I whistle.  They look at me as if to say "you're mincemeat".  They just continue on eating the summer solstice green green grass.  I suppose that's a good problem.

I'll probably post another tomorrow morning.  Until then goodnight party people. Its been a long full beautiful day.

Fast. Easy. No Pressure.

She emerged a couple mornings ago.  I kind of liked her expression.



And these guys, I like that the are trees growing right out of his head.

This one is ready for action.

Simple little morning watercolours.  Fast.  Easy.  No pressure.

Who Is That Guy?

I couldn't stop looking at this when I saw it.  At first I thought it was one of those fake faces that one might place on a tree.  Do they even make those?


I had to snap that photo and now I had to paint him.

I did another painting of the regular woods, without that guy.

So now its all packaged up and for sale at the gallery.

Isn't it funny, once I paint it I'm done with it.  I don't need it anymore.  I'm so thankful for Starbrick, I can take it there instead of storing it under my bed. Maybe, just maybe, someone will come along and it will make them happy.


Who is this guy?!!?