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.