Farrier day at the farm. Finn was in cue to get his pedicure, but got delayed because Space needed shoes. I put Finn in a stall. A stall with fresh hay!!
Here he is with a full belly and hay in his mane looking quite satisfied.

Farrier day at the farm. Finn was in cue to get his pedicure, but got delayed because Space needed shoes. I put Finn in a stall. A stall with fresh hay!!
Here he is with a full belly and hay in his mane looking quite satisfied.

March comes in, lion
A final snow, wind, and rain
Sneaks out like a lamb.
Art Prescription: finally put my winter coat up? March is a moody month. She’s unpredictable and passionate! But eventually she gives way to spring, yes March has a soft side.
Art journal with acrylic spread, stencil, and collage.

Strokes of pure color
Right from the tube, acrylic
Palette knife painting.
Art Prescription: This painting on canvas has taken hours. Each stroke of paint done with a palette knife. I wanted to keep the colors pure, yet build an abstract illusion of flowers. I think she is ready to sign.
24 x 48 canvas with acrylic:

In the shade garden
Deep blue-green fern fronds unfurl
Fiddleheads spiral.
Art Prescription: Along with the wildflowers come new fern growth, so lush after winter browns.
Watercolor pencil sketch:

Fastidious cat
Washes her face after food
Prepares for a nap.
Art Prescription: We can learn a lot from our feline companions.
Watercolor sketch:

Along country roads
Redbuds pop with magenta
Spring’s fashion walkway.
Art Prescription I started this painting with blowing color. This creates an abstract forest.

Then I spattered pinks and reds… my chop says “hope.”
Try it!!

Turn to face inside
Mystery of being here
Keep presence aflame.
Art Prescription: here I’ve borrowed from John O’Donohue’s poem “A Blessing.”
Journal: mixed media



Answers can be found
If we sit amongst flowers
Inhaling wisdom.
Art Prescription: Art Journal with watercolor and my chop that says “hope.”

Sunny daffodils
Nod in disapproval of
Winter’s last show-off.
Art Prescription: Big fat snowflakes fell much of the morning. Pretty, but it did not stick.
A good day to walk and listen to the birds. They seem to ignore the weather and go on about their nesting business.
I’ve finished my cacti pair, maybe. Your thoughts?
