Daily Journal Page Challenge -- Day 993

Daily Journal Page Challenge...Day 993: I Feel So Much Better Now

Daily Journal Page Challenge -- Day 992

Daily Journal Page Challenge...Day 992: Hear It!

Daily Journal Page Challenge -- Day 991

Daily Journal Page Challenge...Day 991: Bend Like a Sapling

Daily Journal Page Challenge -- Day 990

Daily Journal Page Challenge...Day 989: Unveiled Beauty

Daily Journal Page Challenge -- Day 989

Daily Journal Page Challenge...Day 989: Epiphany

Daily Journal Page Challenge -- Day 988

Daily Journal Page Challenge...Day 988: Color Transforms

In My Studio: Creative Chaos

A view of my studio table after a full week of creating! Chaos!

Daily Journal Page -- Day 987

Daily Journal Page...Day 987: What's Around the Corner?

In the best of times I look forward to whatever is coming towards me -- or wherever I may be moving to. There is always a hopeful expectancy...that shimmers. Is that a form of magic? Maybe so.

Je Dessine: Paris Couple

Last week Sabrina had a photo for me to work from -- a couple of friends of hers at a sidewalk Paris cafe. She asked me to make some quick warmup drawings -- making sure that I filled in every single piece of the paper. I got more and more irritated as I went along frustrated with my lack of detail and eye. Finally I was fuming and whining about the boring couple, table, and chairs. So Sabrina told me to start over. Draw whatever I wanted and add color to every single inch. I started slashing and scribbling using Portfolio water-soluble oil pastels, water and napkins, and even spit. The end result I kind of liked. It's just so unreasonable. I can sort of get into this kind of what-the-hell painting style. I can see that my irritation and anger cut something loose in me! I plan on attempting to transfer this or something similar to a canvas. (I sent a phone pic to my brother -- he asked if that was Munro and I in Paris? Yeah, I'd say maybe a bit!

Daily Journal Page Challenge -- Day 986

Daily Journal Page Challenge...Day 986: Who Does Not Wish?

O'er amber waves of grain? A myth? A fairytale? Is the heart's desire a cruel joke? A blessing in disguise? A celebration? Again, it seems to get down to a matter of perceptio -- and a question mark.