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These Numbered Days, These Unrepeatable Hours

11/10/2025

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These Numbered Days,
These Unrepeatable Hours
oil on canvas panel
each 8 x 10 inches
These pieces are unframed.
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​ ...the measure of an unwasted life is not what outlives it but how it was lived — how much integrity and authenticity and creative vitality filled these numbered days, these unrepeatable hours. -THE MARGINALIAN

I've been thinking about the third act in a life.

​My life, to be exact. 
There are people (mostly very wealthy people) who are trying to add multiple acts to a lifespan.  And there are people who are more focused on the legacy they will leave behind, be it statues or street names or towers or ballrooms.

And we are a society focused on productivity: how much can you do, how much MORE can you do, how fast can you do it. Which leaves very little time or energy for just, well, living.

Admittedly, these are things I have the luxury of time, resources and near-retirement to contemplate. But wouldn't it be worthwhile if we directed the ship of our lives toward integrity, authenticity and creative vitality​ from the get-go? I try to imagine how my life would have unfolded if I had not been taught to do more, do better, do faster and instead had been taught to slow down, be curious, be true to myself.

​I don't have all the answers - no, no, NO! But I have questions. How about you?
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About the art: I recently had the opportunity to demonstrate oil painting to an up-and-coming young artist who was moving from acrylics to oils. Over the course of several hours, we built layers of oil paint on abstracted landscapes while pondering the trajectory of our creative lives. These pieces were started during that paint session, and completed over the weeks following.  Intuitive landscapes built rapidly and then refined, with a focus on lean-to-fat paint building, color and texture. They are small but impactful, and the process reminded me of the value of just diving in and letting the paint lead where it wants to. 

The November Reader Giveaway is here! Leave a comment on any blog post in November to win a Question Exchange with me! Five questions each, asked and answered. We're building connections in the world, moving closer in small steps. Ready? Set? GO!

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The annual sale is nearly here!

Gesso murders will be rampant! Paintings will be obliterated! And the lucky ones will go home to savvy collectors who know this happens once a year and grab their favorites.

Is this to make money? Nope! Not at these prices. 
Is it to make room? Not at all, as I have BIG storage here.
What's it for?
Good question!
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Firstly, it puts original art in the hands of those for whom it might generally be just out of reach - that's mega important!

Secondly, it keeps this artist from becoming too precious about the work. A focus on what works, rather than what does not work. 

Thirdly, who doesn't want to dump gesso or paint over a piece of art? An act of protest! Of deconstruction!
​ Of demolition! YES!
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Vanished

10/6/2025

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Vanished
oil on yupo
11 x 14 inches
This item is unmounted and unframed.
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There is no assuaging the fear that things end & people leave. - SIMON JIMENEZ, THE VANISHED BIRDS


On my journey through life, on the way to self-understanding, I have come to know I am often deeply afraid of the end of things, especially relationships (romantic, familial, social, professional and so on). That fear has sometimes kept me embroiled in situations which were unhealthy, unacceptable and even abusive.
I accept this aspect of myself now, even to the point where I can write about it here, in a public space. Admittedly, I am a tiny bit nervous about doing so.

It is a remnant of the past, an echo of history, a whisper from my inner child. This person I have become sees the beauty of many endings and the space created by them for other, better, bigger, marvelous things! Even the completion of a painting creates space and time for the next one.

Right now, the ending of summer has created space for the beauty of fall. The end of a glorious vacation brings inspiration and a new sense of earned badassery. 

​I am curious - how are you with endings?
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I spent four years in a studio of white walls.  Slowly, inxorably ruining the walls with tape, paint, nail holes, bumps and scuffles until the walls pulled my eyes away from the art and chastized me. What are you doing with these white walls, they demanded to know. And I had no answer. What color do you paint walls when you live in a wonderland of color?

But knowledge is vast and the internet is astounding and I came across this article which was a lightbulb moment:  there are specific colors best suited for studio walls. Who knew?  Not me.

And now, after the crew has departed, the walls are nodding and high-fiving me and waiting for me to start painting with them as the backdrop. Ok, challenge accepted

About the art:  this piece began as an intuitive response to color - a dash of leftover red-orange on a piece of Yupo, a need to put teal nearby. And before I knew it there was full immersion and a palette full of paint, a palette knife and time passing without my knowledge. A landscape of sorts, a place to rest from the world, vertical tree-ness and flowing water-ness and a deep sigh of contentment.  If only all paintings flowed this way! 

Thanks to Trina T. for the idea she placed in the "suggestion box" last week!  For the month of October, the Reader Giveaway winner will have the opportunity to participate in a Question Exchange - five questions asked and answered between the reader and myself, via email, phone call or Zoom. Trina's idea to foster connection during tumultuous times is a grand one, I think, and I am looking forward to seeing how this experiement resonates with all of you, dear readers. XO

To enter the giveaway, simply leave a comment on any blog post this month - even if it is another idea for the "suggestion box" for reader giveaways! And thanks to all who read, comment and share this blog. You make me smile!
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We Decided To Survive More

9/29/2025

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We Decided to Survive More


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We Decided To Survive More
oil on canvas panel
20 x 24 inches
This item is unframed
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Look, we are not unspectacular things.

       We’ve come this far, survived this much. What
would happen if we decided to survive more? To love harder?
What if we stood up with our synapses and flesh and said, No.
     No, to the rising tides.
Stood for the many mute mouths of the sea, of the land?
What would happen if we used our bodies to bargain
for the safety of others, for earth,
                 if we declared a clean night, if we stopped being terrified... Ada Limón, DEAD STARS
I've been thinking about muscles.

How they need to be stressed and then rested to grow, to strengthen and to become resiliant.  The balance of stress and rest matters - both equally important.  And for me, the struggle is always to embrace the rest.  I am happiest in motion.

And it is the same with our tender hearts, our feisty spirits, our burning creativity.  We must push and stress and exercise them, and then rest.  So while my muscles were pushed to the limit this month with 15 days of consecutive hiking, bouldering, cliff-climbing and sand walking, my insides were resting.  I was unaware of how needed it was.

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​​So I was delighted and surprised upon our return to find clarity, energy, enthusiasm and boldness simmering up within me.  A desire to shake things up, explore, dive deeply, climb higher than I thought I should.  Where will this take me?  I cannot wait to find out. 

In the meantime, the studio is getting a coat of bold, dark paint.  OOOOOH!
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What a mess! Ready for painters.

​About the art: Beginning with a gesso'd canvas board and a rough idea of composition, I sketched the basics with a brush laden with thinned oil paint.  Slowly building the sections - working back and forth between colors and shapes, not lingering in any one place too long.  Coming back into the wet paint with chopsticks, rubber wedge, fingers and an edge of cardboard to rough up the smooth sections and add texture and veiny lines.  Stepping away before any section became too precious to me.
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Thanks heaps and bunches to everyone who has participated in several years of Reader Giveaways!  What a wild ride - over 75 pieces of art given away to lovely humans around the world.  I am just beside myself thinking about that!  WOWEE!  

The inner muse says it is time to do something different in the giveaway space...I am not sure what it is yet, but I am very excited to see what happens!   The suggestion box is open!  What would YOU like to see replace the monthly Reader Giveaway?  Leave a comment below!  
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Fear-Slayer

9/1/2025

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Fear-Slayer
oil on artboard
16 x 20 x .25
This item is unframed
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One by one she slew her fears, and then planted a flower garden over their graves. - John Mark Green

Empowered females continue their reign in the studio, determined to slay lingering fears and adorn themselves in feathered finery.  I let them have their way, grabbing a few feathers floating down from their extravagent garb as they perch upon the skylight above my creative lair.

We live in a feathered home.  Inside, where feathers gathered on our wanders (crows, wild turkeys, eagles, hawks, pelicans, osprey, egrets, herons) appear in vignettes around the rooms, and outside where our own crow family leaves feathers of delight.

We also live in a house of bones - found and gathered, collected and curated, real and sculptured imitations, highfalutin and kitchy both.  Bones on the inside (inside our home on shelves, inside containers, inside our bodies) and on the outside (skeletons guarding the castle).

And over the last year or so we've  created a house of stones as well.  Agates and other beauties gathered in and by the sea, tumbled, polished, stacked inside, tossed outside, in our Little Free Library for passersby.


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​These things are exquisite on their own, each a treasure to be gently held and admired, but also reminders of the places we've been to find them, the beauty our eyes have beheld, the sweat and seawater and poison oak and bug bites and scrapes and falls and tangled hair and sunburned shoulders and frozen fingers and toes.  Sometimes recalling those times with awe - wait, did we really go there and do that?  WHOA!

So off we go on another adventure (while we can, while the world allows it, while our bodies are strong) to return with treasures outside and inside, laden yet lightened of world and worry.

​Blog and blogger will return in October!  Just in time for the spooky season....muwahahahahahaha.

About the art:   taking the idea of grounding a painting against a bit of black (which I have been playing with on the pen and ink drawings) and adding both color and a bit of negative space play, I used a mask to place the form of this piece onto a piece of artboard gessoed in white by using black gesso around it.  I then sketched in the details with a pencil to deliniate color blocks and shape changes.  Over several weeks, loading the color in layers and layers with small brushes and a bit of precision (similar to pen and ink work).  Then layers of mixed darks to deepen the parts deliniated with black gesso, and warmer white for the left side of the background.  A wet brush for background swirls and paint drips from the black wing, followed by a final layer of  Gamvar to seal the piece and add a little shine.  Voila!  She's brave and flamboyant all at once. 

Congratulations to Marta and Dotty!  Wonder Mike chose your names as winners of the August Reader Giveaway!  Send your mailing address to [email protected] and your prizes will be in the mail pronto!

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Even Dragons Have Their Endings

8/11/2025

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Even Dragons Have Their Endings
oil on Yupo
11 x 14 inches
This item is unmounted and unframed
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So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.
J.R.R. Tolkien
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Last week's post on loss garnered a lot of wonderful reflection from readers and followers.  People letting go, people embracing empty spaces, people valuing connection and depth and eschewing non-reciprocal relationships and situations.  And for the most part, we all agreed that seeing our way past loss on a larger scale (the chaotic present world) was perhaps an unravelable tangle.
So when this piece appeared on the easel, and the Tolkien quote decided to become attached to it, I was struck by the concept of endings and finality, of moving past what our hearts desire an into a calm curiosity about what's next?

To use Tolkien's words as a launch pad, perhaps we are in the fire now, globally and also (some of us) personally.  It's hot, it's uncomfortable and dragons live a long, long time.  It is hard to think of snow when we're sitting in the fire.  But the snow will come, the dragons will have their endings and a new era will unfold.
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That doesn't change the need to react to fire and dragons now, no no no!  We must!  And we do.  But it does mean we can also begin to allow our curiosity about what comes afterward to blossom and grow.  To make a space for something else​, even if that something may take a long time in coming.

About the art:  this piece emerged from a call-and-response moment in the studio - this color calls me, that color responds; this movement feels right, that movement feels next; this tool wants to be used, and that tool raises its hand and yells "me next!"  Maybe it is a response to all of the wildfires here in the PNW now, my heart sitting out there with the trees and creatures and willing them to safety.  The unpainted edges of white Yupo feel like cooling snow, which is coming, along with the rains.  Soon, so soon.

The August Reader Giveaway continues!  Not one but TWO lucky readers and commenters will receive a small landscape painting free!  To enter, subscribe and leave a comment on any post during the month of August.  The winners will be announced right here on September 1.  And thanks to everyone who reads, comments and shares this site - it warms my heart. xo
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Renunciation

8/4/2025

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Renunciation



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Renunciation
oil on canvas panel
20 x 24 inches
This item is unframed
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The road to human development is paved with renunciation. Throughout our life we grow by giving up. We give up some of our deepest attachments to others. We give up certain cherished parts of ourselves. We must confront, in the dreams we dream, as well as in our intimate relationships, all that we never will have and never will be. Passionate investment leaves us vulnerable to loss. And sometimes, no matter how clever we are, we must lose… It is only through our losses that we become fully developed human beings. - JUDITH VIORST
I've been contemplating loss.

Loss in the wider world (human rights, decency, compassion, freedom), how those losses impact my small world, and also the losses associated with living a life.

Some attachments are willingly forgone - it was nothing to embrace a vegetarian lifestyle many years ago, for example.  A joy, even, which continues today.   Some attachments are severed, rather than given up - when people leave or physical abilities vanish in the blink of an eye (or at the blunt end of an accident).  And some attachments erode slowly over time, until one day you wake up and realize they are gone, whatever (or whoever) they were.

​In my best moments of loss-wrangling, I have embraced the empty space, allowing it to be just that - empty - knowing it creates room for opportunity.
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And in my worst moments of navigating loss I have held on with clenched fists, breathless and bracing myself, resisting the inevitable.  It never goes well.

When I look back on all of the embraced empty spaces and what they have become, I am dazzled, gobsmacked and bowled over by the joy, the fortune, the pure magic of what came to fill those spaces.  And if I focus on that, the next renunciation is easier, more graceful and more peaceful.

​I am unsure how this works with the wider world and those losses, but I am contemplating it, allowing space for something, anything to make those losses feel like openings.
A little animation sing-along for your Monday!

About the art:  beginning with a gesso'd canvas panel, I roughed in the figure with a long brush laden with thinned dark oil paint.  Just a light wash to get the gist of it down.  Then a base layer for the background, refining the figure proportions from the outside in, and a long drying time.  As has become my habit, I then tackled the face, shoulders and hand to remove any trepidation, allowing them to dry thoroughly while working on the dress and hair.  This piece has the requisite 80 million layers to achieve the color saturation and shading.  More layers for the skintones, more layers for the background, more layers for the dress and then a final layer for that blush foreground.  Oooooh la la!  She is a powerful one!

Congratulations to Bryan E!  Wonder Mike drew your name as winner of the July Reader Giveaway!  Send your mailing address to [email protected] and your prize will be in the mail lickety-split!

​The August Reader Giveaway begins today!  Leave a comment on any blog post this month to be automatically entered.  Wonder Mike will be drawing two names and giving away two small pieces this month!  Now that's something to get excited about! :)
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Coming Home From Lonely Places

6/2/2025

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Coming Home From Lonely Places
oil on wood panel
16 x 20 x .75
This item is unframed but ready to hang
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Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from great personal success, or just an all-night drive, we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen.― John Le Carre
Oh oh OH, you may be thinking - Lola is back in space again!  Indeed I am.  But it isn't my fault this time.  Really!  Truly!  I blame it on Carl Stoveland.  

You see, Carl sent some images he created with the AI bot of a new series called "geishanauts" and then challenged me to paint one.  I had to!  If ballgown bots and geishanauts met for tea, I am certain it would be the talk of the town.  And also, I am not one to hesitate when someone throws down an art challenge.

And when the quote came across my path (we're blazing through Le Carre's George Smiley series here at home) I thought - whoa!  THIS!
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Why?  Because making art, being an artist, creating artistic pieces is largely a solitary life.  It requires vast stretches of solitude and loneliness, and we may just "go a little mad" as Le Carre says, spending so much time in a world no one else sees.  But there is also a sense of community - slim strings of connection and resonance - which allow a little feeling of being a bit less isolated when those strings are strummed (or twanged or plucked).

So here's to all of you out there in lonely places of creativity, making magic behind the curtain. I'm sending a geishanaut to your galaxy to check in on you. :)

About the art:  this is a paint over of an older oil painting.  The beauty of it is the instant texture and colorful underpainting (which shows through a wee bit in the geishanaut's uniform).  I jumped off from Stoveland's idea with my own AI bot session, asking for a mash-up of Diebenkorn, Moebius and Fritz Scholder as style instructions. Armed with a bevy of painterly compositions, colors and figures, I ultimately settled on this piece.  I began with the background, taping off the quadrants and applying thin layers of color.  Then the figure, loosely brushed in and then refined as the composition took shape.  Carving back through the wet background to create some swirling movement.  Adding many many glazing layers to suggest light and shadow.  This quiet explorer has been most excellent company in the studio.

It's June!  A new month, a new giveaway!  Leave a comment on any blog post during the month of June to be automatically entered to win a piece of original art - FREE!  And thanks always to everyone who reads, comments and shares this blog.  It helps make this solitary artist feel a little less like a voice in the wilderness of the internet. :)
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Everything That Glitters

5/26/2025

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Everything That Glitters

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Everything That Glitters
Oil on wood
11.75 x 11.75 x 1.75
This item can be used as an altar space, flat on a surface, or hung on the wall as a pre-framed piece of art.  (Click on the image to purchase)

Our minds are like crows.  They pick up everything that glitters, no matter how uncomfortable our nests get with all that metal in them. - THOMAS MERTON

​I don’t know how your mind operates, but mine often feels over-full, stuffed with metal, uncomfortable.  Too many thoughts, worries, anticipations and too little clear, empty spaces.

This piece is a reminder of our crow-minds.  A gentle suggestion to leave those excess thoughts here with the crow instead of cluttering our heads.

It's easier said than done, I realize.   A daily practice of writing down and setting down that clutter can help.  As does observing and challenging those thoughts as they arise.
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If only I could hand each cluttered thought to Rocky and ask him to fly away with it.

As it stands, he will fly away with worms, peanuts, pecans, peanut butter sandwiches and eggs.  Sigh.  I suppose we both need a little more training. 

About the art:  an intuitive piece which was spontaneously created after the crows returned from the murder season and began hanging out and talking to us again.   Beginning with a rough sketch of the crow in wet oil paint, working from the outside in with loose strokes and a wide brush, then from the inside-out with a detail brush.  Resisting the urge to overly define the background and allowing the mystery of a crow in the suggested nighttime to dominate the piece.  The frame is painted in matte black gesso, and the painting itself has been finished with a heavy coat of varnish to provide protection in the event it is used as an altar.

Holy macaroons!  Is it the end of May already?  Many thanks to all who read, listened to and shared the blog this month.  And all the commenters - thanks hugely! Your thoughtful words and responses to the art and writing informs my creative process, and I am deeply grateful. :)

Congratulations to Kris and to Dotty!  Wonder Mike chose your names at random this month as winners of the May Reader Giveaway!  Send your mailing addresses to [email protected] and your prizes will be in the mail lickety-split!  

​A new giveaway begins next month!
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Inward Exploration

5/5/2025

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"Inward Exploration" - oil on copper panel, 9 x 12 inches.  This item is unframed. (click on the image to purchase)

“Exploration...no longer seemed aimed at some outward discovery; rather, it was directed inward...”
― David Grann, The Lost City of Z: A Tale of Deadly Obsession in the Amazon
We just returned from nearly a week of exploring the Olympic Peninsula, where the cliffs were rugged, the sea-stacks massive and the tide-pools endlessly fascinating.  And you'd think all that exploration was outward, but it was not.

There is so much inward exploration when the body is moving outside of its element - whether scrambling down a steep cliff hanging on to a rope, jumping mollusk-covered rocks through the tides or climbing boulders to see what's around the next cove - the mind decides to explore as well.  Sometimes I think the only way to get outside of my daily thoughts is to put my body outside of its daily habitat.  I can think bigger, deeper, and more purposefully.
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And though our explorations are nothing like Colonel Percy Fawcett's many journeys to the Amazon jungle, I can see and understand why his inner self became more inward facing even as his body became more outward exploring.  Fawcett disappeared in the jungle, never to be heard from again.  Now, rest assured that is not our plan. No, no, no!  But it would be ok if some of my mental thought habits were left behind in the tides or suspended from a cliff.  I wouldn't miss those one bit.

About the art:  the wickedly glorious copper panel makes a return here, with a portrait embracing a limited color palette.  Beginning with a quick sketch with a brush laden with thinned oil paint, then working from the sunglasses outward.  Resisting the urge to overly separate shoulder and hair (right side) from background so the focus remains on those dazzling spectacles and the adornment on her neck.  The sunglasses suggest she is outside, while her hidden eyes point to her inward focus.  The hair was created by carving back through wet paint with a tiny rubber wedge, allowing the copper substrate to come through as hair highlights.

The May Reader Giveaway continues!  Leave a comment on any blog post this month to be automatically entered to win a piece of original art - FREE!  And thanks so much to everyone who reads, comments and shares this blog.  I so appreciate each and everyone of you! xo
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Locked Rooms

4/28/2025

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"Locked Rooms" acrylic on wood panel,  16 x 20 x .25 inches.  This item is unframed. (click on the image to purchase)

​I want to ask you, dear sir, as best I can, to have patience about everything that is still unresolved in your heart; try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms, like books written in a truly foreign language. Don’t look for the answers now: they cannot be given to you yet because you cannot yet live them, and what matters is to live everything. For now, live the questions. If you do, then maybe, gradually, without your realizing it, some far-off day you will live your way into the answer. - RAINER MARIA RILKE 

I am often very patient with others.  Not always, of course, but often.

I am not easily patient with myself.

Learning to love the questions themselves has been a big part of my journey the past couple of years,  Staring at the doors of those locked rooms and resisting the urge to grab a toolbox and remove the doors.  Instead, allowing all the time needed for the doors to open, or (heaven forbid) to remain closed.  Mustering up a bit of faith that what needs to be revealed shall be.  And what isn't brought into the light isn't meant to yet.
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​My impatience makes me feel awkward, clumsy, like this character perhaps.

It isn't the first time I've painted a young werewolf with a balloon.  It symbolizes something to me...in this case, I think the balloons might be joy, and the werewolf doesn't want to look at them in case they may disappear.  Joy can be elusive, especially since our brains are primed to look for trouble instead.  

Perhaps joy is yet a book written in a foreign language on some days.  But I plan to sit and wait, as patiently as one can, for the words to make sense.

About the art:  Something new for me this week.  Of course I have painted on wood panel before, but not with the objective of making the wood itself part of the art.  Beginning with a high quality wood panel (this one from Jacksons), I covered it with a good coat of clear varnish.  Once dry, I sketched the character on the wood, taped off the center section and added a coat of black gesso for the background.  The rest was a very patient labor of love with the smaller Uni Posca Paint Pens used in the same way as Rotring Tikky pens for pen and ink drawings.  Just black and white, simplicity and a bit of innocence.  The wood tone comes through in parts of the garment and body, warming up what might otherwise be a bit too stark.  This one makes me smile. 

Congratulations to Julie (aka Mighty Athena on Bluesky)!  Wonder Mike drew your name at random as winner of the April Reader Giveaway!  Send your mailing address to [email protected] and your prize will be in the mail!

​Thank you to everyone who commented in April.  Your participation means the world to me!  A new contest begins today - leave a comment on any blog post in the month of May to be automatically entered.

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