Musings and ramblings

I like flipping through my old art journals. The art is mine. It's my style. It's comfortable, like talking with an old friend.

A major block to my art work and creativity is my mother. I KNOW she doesn't mean it the way I take it, but when she looks at something I'm drawing and says, "What's that supposed to represent?", it hurts my feelings. I can't help it.

Now, she wants me to draw a portrait of her. No way in hell!!! She doesn't understand or like my art. I refuse to open myself up to that kind of criticism. Nope. Sorry.

July hit with its heat wave, finally. It's hot, but at least the heat doesn't hurt like cold does. (I have lingering side effects of chemotherapy, including nueropathy and joint degeneration. Both of which are aggravated by the cold). The heat makes me sleepy.

And, on that note, I think I'm going to go take a nap! I'll leave you with this. Deathmark is a wonderful book by Kim Antieau. I did the cover image. The little boy with the yellow aura is my grandson, Kyle.

Nicobar pigeon

Nicobar Pigeon

Done with gel pens and colored pencils. Just doodling, trying to occupy my mind with something other than the situation at hand.

Zen Doodling

This is dedicated to all those kids in school who said I had cooties. I was a shy little girl, mainly because I found out at a very early age what happens when you "play" with people. I was afraid to play with the other kids, so they rejected me and called me Cootie Girl. They didn't know that I was being sexually abused since the age of 3 or 4. They didn't know that my mother was a hoarder and my house was not a place I could bring a friend to, even if I had one. They didn't understand that there was no safe place for a little girl who desperately wished she had been adopted. It's hard for me to see what they saw and understand their point of view. I can't seem to see them from the perspective of time. Every time I think of those days, I'm a child again and it hurts to go to school almost as much as it hurts to come home.

I made this a long time ago. It's still my favorite Photoshop creation. I don't understand why people sneer at photoshop and treat it like it's an unworthy art form. Doesn't make any sense to me. I worked hard on this piece. It took me a few days to do. When people say, "Oh, it's just photoshop, it's not REAL art", I want to just shake them! LOL!

No love without Moon. No life without Sun.

This is my contribution to a traveling journal. I hope the owner of the journal likes it. Sometimes I look at other people's art and feel that mine just isn't on the same level as theirs. They all use collage and cut and paste techniques. I just like to draw and paint. I don't use embellishments very often.