I am feeling a little sensitive today about whether or not I am a real painter who makes real art. Some of my inner critics managed to manifest in the outer world, where it’s a little harder to tell them to go into another room and shut up so I can contentedly play with my art materials.
So here are some poppies because they are pretty.
i don’t know what to draw, again
I got a little frustrated with this one. My favorite part is the date and initials, I’m getting pretty good at that!
I actually didn’t make a new drawing today, just reworked this one from last December. Again. I think it’s done enough now to let it go. I felt grumpy about pausing to start a fresh page, so I just didn’t. My February experiment of letting go of the dailies may have affected me more deeply than I thought!
Evidently my cats have become my new princesses: my go-to subject when I don’t feel like drawing and have no ideas.
Wrack and Ruin have been playing a game lately where they aggressively groom each others’ heads until one of them decides they’ve had enough and pounce.
noodley lines with bone-sticks and a berry-lily
Hey look, it’s another coloring page! with a pineapple owlberry and her egggs
brisk walk in the springtime
tiny reflecting pools in the lichen caps on my mind
