Still working on my journal page demo. Added some stamps and a watercolor wash.
Art Prescription: Walk away from your art and when you come back it will speak to you.

Still working on my journal page demo. Added some stamps and a watercolor wash.
Art Prescription: Walk away from your art and when you come back it will speak to you.

Gone are butterflies
Autumn leaves take center-stage
Wait for quiet snow.
Art Prescription: working on a magazine demo…

It smells like Christmas
This beautiful and fresh tree
Adorned in all white.
Art Prescription: Colored lights adorned my childhood. Now I love the peaceful feel of all white. A celebration of the winter season.

Black with a huge heart
Tail-wagging, tongue-licking hi
Welcome to my house!
iPhone sketch
Small town lines the street
High-school band pipes out carols
A Christmas parade.
Art Prescription: We drove to a small town near us, Hillsborough, NC, for their Christmas parade. The poet in me is moved to tears by such events. It symbolizes old-fashion fun and values, and time spent with family and friends. I’m sure there was lots of facebooking, and instagramming, and tweets, and chats, but for some time suspended in the magic of the season, people were all together waving and cheering for small town heroes.
iPhoto:


Big December moon
Backdrop for tree silhouettes
On clear winter night.
Art Prescription: Can you believe it’s December?!?!

Perches to look down
Sees her world from a new branch
Different viewpoint.
Art Prescription: Never hurts to look at things from a new perspective.


Stand of winter trees
Survey the fields, barren now
New life lurks below.
Art Prescription: As fall turns to winter, I love the sculptural quality of winter trees.
Momma and kittens
Hug the safety of shadows
Black cats in blue eve.
Art Prescription: still working on capturing this feline family…

Sunset through the trees
Cardinals give final “chip”
Sweetly, crickets sing.
Art Prescription: Such a lovely time of day. I gather my coat around my neck as the cool air settles in. The fall leaves creak a bit, perhaps a new leaf falls, settles. The trees are strong and dark with a pink glow behind them. The rhythm of life.
Art journal with watercolor:
