Saturday, February 28, 2015

Day 59

To Diane - a creative spirit and loving friend.  You will be missed - always.

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Day 55

I'm not so sure about this one.  But I guess that's ok, since I'm just mucking around.  I see these people plunking down washi tape and so I found some and added it here...perhaps not the best choice.
Ah well, the stars are cool, so I guess I can live with the polka dots.

Monday, February 23, 2015

Day 54

Spent most of today outside ripping up dead stuff from the garden.  Managed to get poked by a blackberry bush.  Hid the rest of the day inside at the sewing machine.  I'm too cheap to get new sheets when all that's wrong with the set I have is the fitted part is wearing a bit thin.  So I'm mending them.  How lame is that?  Ah well, with the news of $5-10K to fix the concrete stairs and the rotting wood on the house by the stairs...I guess I feel kinda strapped for excess funds.  Mended sheets it is then.


Sunday, February 22, 2015

Day 53

Sometimes I find the prettiest of things in my stash of stuff.  This glittery butterfly came from a scrapbooking retreat I went on.  It was attached to the gift bag filled with homemade caramel popcorn.  Damn, that was good popcorn!

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Day 52

Another Michelle-original poem.

do not ask for the stars

when all you give are stones


Friday, February 20, 2015

Day 51

In the bottom corner of this one, I saw a little pathway, and so I put in an Inuit heading off in the snow, with the sky ablaze with the Northern Lights.
At least, that's what I see.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Day 50

I painted this yesterday which was a good thing since I didn't paint today.  Instead, I cut about half of the old suckers off my plum tree.  My arms are sore and my knuckles hurt.  And I have an apple tree to prune too.  Ugh.

Well, property ownership.  That's the hot and the cold of it.


Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Day 49

When is white not really white?  When it's next to another 'white'. 
It's amazing how many things we call white when really they're not.  It's all variations and shades.  Just ask any interior designer.  There is no easy thing to point to and say "that's truly the whitest white of all the whiteness that ever was!"
But then again, why would you want to?  That'd be so boring.  Better the variations.

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Day 48

I accomplished a lot today.  Cleaned some windows, made a pasta sauce from scratch, met with a gardener who was intimidated by the amount of work to be done in my yard. 
And listened to some good music.  10 points to whomever gets the right song for the quote in this one.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Day 47

Feeling a little defeatest today.  Like there's not much point to anything.

But I'm posting anyway.  Just in case.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Day 46

Can't resist an abstract landscape, especially with a splash of red!

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Day 45

I have to say, the white gel pen from Sakura is the best white pen out there.  If you don't use one in your art, you really should.  It's totally fabulous to use.  I love it.  I buy one every chance I get.  Perhaps I should use more of them up before I buy any more. 

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Day 43

help coming in from above

This wee birdie is flying in to help out and has the training to back him up (note the Swiss Army helmet). 
Watercolour pencils on paper, black gel pen outline.  Drawn on a plane to Minneapolis.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Day 42

So here's my super secret process:
I layer paint on with an old plastic card.
And then I layer some more paint on, and maybe some wax colour on top of that.
I find a quote.
I adhere it with a clear medium.

"When the soil lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about."



Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Day 41

When I'm on a flight, I take weird shapes and see what animals I can make of them.  As per this book I read once.  This is a squirrel with a bit of an attitude at a birthday party.

Monday, February 9, 2015

Day 40

I've been spending quite a bit of time looking through photos since 2006, when Maggie Mae joined our family.  We have a lot of pictures of our cute & shy dog!  The count is up past 2,000 and I'm not done gathering them all up yet.  Movies too.  It's so sad I'll never be able to take another photo of her.  I'm planning on making a book up of a lot of her photos.  I imagine it will be a rather big book.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Day 39

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.


Saturday, February 7, 2015

Day 38

I wanted to never write about this.  I wanted my dog, my heartbeat at my feet, to live forever.
I am devastated.

Maggie Mae
April 15, 2000 - February 7, 2015


Missing You

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying. You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today. Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said “It’s me.”
You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew…
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning
and say “Good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out… then come home to be with me.
- Colleen Fitzsimmons

Friday, February 6, 2015

Day 37

Just hanging out with family.  Talking about wounds and surgeries.  Not disgusting at all.


Thursday, February 5, 2015

Day 36

Okay, okay, so I should've posted earlier, but we've been Netflixed.  We're on Season 2 of the new Doctor Who, and Rose Tyler just died.  So seriously, how can you expect me to have posted earlier?  I mean really!

oooh, check it out!  All those juicy details...a scanner bar from a piece of luggage, a chip from an old credit card, chunky paint and silver overlayering.'s simply too much fun.
Unlike the Daleks.  They're no fun at all.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Day 35

Annnnddd we're back! 
One long plane ride and another short plane ride followed by two hours in the car, and I'm back home.  Holy moly.
Perhaps moving away from a city with an actual International Airport wasn't such a great idea.
uhh, yes it was.  It was an awesome idea.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Day 32

I could post a couple photos of my niece and nephew and stuff we've done together today, but that's not exactly creating something tangible.

More wee paintings?  I thought you'd never ask!!