The rain, it is constant. So are the grey skies and the technical blips and beeps and blog outages. My tech support, aka my husband, has promised to rectify the recurring problems once and for all. Exciting stuff, but I have a feeling no one's noticed? This blog is quite incognito after all. This is my favorite photo, and I've had it for almost 15 years. When I lived in San Francisco, I went to a rather well-known little venue called Cafe Trieste daily. Purported to be the hangout of the …
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Creative Writing
I have a confession to make: I don't love drawing. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy it a lot, it's an integral part of who I am, and it's something that's been second nature to me all my life. A by-product, if you will, of coming from a family full of visual artists. While most families played board games or had meaningful conversations, we drew and painted. It's a little like sleeping - I do it without thinking about it, but I don't miss it until it's unavailable. A necessity, but not a consciously …
Happy Friday + More than you’ve ever wanted to know about me
Happy Friday! The lovely An of Straightgrain nominated me for the Liebster Award and you can read her post here (which is awesome and I'm so flattered). Since the word ''Liebster" translates to something like "dearest" in German, it seemed to be in keeping with my general valentine's theme this week. I've been tasked with answering several questions, and just for kicks, I doodled a few quick illustrations - thought it might break up the very long answers a bit. Obviously, I have no problems …
Happy Friday + 100 Dresses
Happy Friday! Last week, I received a lovely request from a reader to feature a post about one of my previous art shows and of course I happily agreed. It was actually a joint show with my mother and happened way back in 2009...I dug through the archives and found some images, but let me start from the beginning. It's a little long, but I think it's an interesting story and hope you'll like it too - plus it's about sewing! My mother had almost given up on grandchildren. I had been with M for …