Saturday, February 25, 2012

Sweet Birdie

It has been a busy few weeks for me so to help myself relax, I crochet. I have been working on these sweet itty bitty birdies. They are tiny little things and have been crocheted with love for a larger project.

This last week Parker and I went to my sisters house in Indiana. Parker loves to be with his cousins!
Getting ready to play army outside
Time for some video game fun!

Army fun in the house
My little cutie pie
Big cousin Jason
Being silly with big cousin Sammy
Being silly with big brother CJ and big cousin Sammy
Sleepy time with Gizmo, the family dog
 It was a nice visit with my sister and always hard to say goodbye. 
Check back soon to see where these little birdies end up. :)



Thursday, February 2, 2012

Do you see him?


He thinks that you can't. 

Hehehe. There he is. This is my cat. No matter what craft I'm doing, painting, drawing, sewing, he is right by my side, or in my lap, or on my back. He loves me. :)

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

RACE: It doesn't matter what color your skin, we all bleed the same


This painting was inspired by a recent event that took place in our community. From what I understand, a Caucasian mother and her son were getting out of their car at a shopping center parking lot when they were jumped by four African American woman and assaulted. The four woman yelled racial slurs at this woman while they attacked her. I was not there so I can not report on the entire story, however, we all know that racism is as present today as it was years ago. I just don't understand how somebody can hate and go as far as assault someone else that they have never met just because of their skin color...or sexual orientation, religious beliefs, political views, etc.

Why are we so cruel to one another?

This makes me very sad. I feel like we should be a much more tolerant society in 2012. We should be advancing, showing each other compassion and empathy. Why hasn't hate and intolerance been wiped from the world yet? We can cure disease, clone animals, and grow organs, but we can't stop hate. It is pathetic. We are weak and lazy when it comes to tolerance. We should all be ashamed of our societal behavior and our continued failure to change it.  

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Hard time saying goodbye





The Velveteen Rabbit is my favorite children's book. Even at the age of 100 (I'm now counting my age in elf years), I will grab my worn copy with the coffee cup stain on the cover and snuggle up in a chair to read it. As a child, this story made perfect sense to me. Of course the bunny was real. All of my stuffed friends were real. My Teddy was just like the velveteen rabbit, he was with me always. I talked with him and fed him the same snacks that I ate and I protected him. I projected many human traits on toys, appliances, and objects as a child. In my world, everything had feelings and emotions.

When I find a copy of the book The Velveteen Rabbit, I want to snatch it up and take it home with me. I know that this isn't reasonable, I mean how many copies can you have of one book, but it is almost like the book itself has feelings and I want to save it from any impending doom it might have to endure. If the book is used, I will most certainly buy it.

Recently I came across a used copy that was all but destroyed. The binding was torn, the pages were falling out and some were missing, and the cover was worn. The book was tired. I posted it to my etsy account figuring that I could at least salvage the cover to be used as an e-reader cover, somebody out there was bound to love it and would take care of it.  It sold almost immediately, I made the cover and when it was finished, I didn't want to let it go.



I know I'm a little strange, but I hope that they love him as much as I would.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Untitled



Charcoal.

I love you and I hate you.

I love you for your deepest black against the white of paper. I love your ability to cover large areas quickly, and I adore your square sticks that don't roll off of my desk. I love your rough edges, and smooth strokes. You are bold and heavy,  yet soft and subtle...you are drama.

I hate you because you are dirty.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

abstract watercolor

Took a break today and played with some watercolor...

It's been a while since I've done watercolor. I definitely enjoyed it. Hope to finish this tonight.

Thanks for peeking. :)