Saturday, December 23, 2006
May none of your sheep get away from you this Christmas Season!- giving you the time and the energy to reflect on the true meaning of the season and the only way to true Peace for our world!
"The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only,who came from the Father, full of grace and truth." John 1:4
Friday, December 22, 2006
May none of your sheep get away from you this Christmas Season!- giving you the time and the energy to reflect on the true meaning of the season and the only way to true Peace for our world!
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
Wherever you are- and whether you have snow on the ground or not- My dream for you on Christmas is that you will be near the ones you love and the "world" will slow down enough for you to think upon the reason for the season! That God became man and walked among us!!
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
I have been "cybertagged!"
Made myself finish a big project first- mailed it off this afternoon, so now I can come out and play! Here goes:
4 jobs I have had: Hum...
First Job-busing tables at a Chinese Restaurant- we got to eat as many broken fortune cookies and egg drop soup as we could for free- can't touch either now!
Worked three summers as a nursing assistant in a nursing home through college- learned a lot about life!
Worked as a counselor with severely disturbed kids for a summer- where I got attacked and bite in the arm by a twelve year old girl- totally my fault- pushed her to much to participate in an activity-had a perfect set of teethmarks on my arm for the whole summer- learned a lot about life!
Now I get to be an illustrator- which is soooo cool- but not as cool as my favorite job- Mom!
4 movies I could watch over and over:
(actually I do watch movies 0ver and over- and behind the scenes over and over- actually listen to them as I work in my studio- my current favorite are- it changes a lot)
Last of the Mohicans
Lord of the Rings Trilogy
Mission Impossible, Jason Bourne movies- (action with heart)- hey- I had a older brother who was bigger then me and he got to pick the movies- I got addicted
4 places I have lived (apart from where I am now):
Loveland Colorado ( where I moved nine times without changing school- my mother was a real estate agent- we even moved across the street once)
I was in Denver for two years-but it was really "just visiting" while my husband finished law school!
TV shows I love:
( okay- I am a closet Sci Fi nut!)
Farscape- has to be the funniest show out there- in a dark sort of way
Battlestar Galactic- was raised on the old series- like the first two seasons of the new- withholding judgement on the third- I don't know!
Eureka- new series on the Sci Fi channel-
Lost- hey- you can download six episodes on www.abc.com- that is sooooo cool- on demand TV- bring it on!
4 sites I visit daily-
( actually really don't visit the last three daily, often but not daily- but am chatting with them daily- so really am doing a shameless plug!)
That is pretty much it-
where you can download movies for about the price of payperview
4 favorite foods:
4 places I would rather be:
Anywhere with my husband and kids ( and our dogs)
In a bookstore
"People Watching" in a mountain town like Telluride
Making dinner for my friends
4 People I am tagging:
Everyone I know has been tagged!!
I shall remain it tell I make some new cyber friends I can tag!
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
They MIGHT be wrapped up in that blanket because they are cold... and they MIGHT not be...
Okay- enough with trying to get the theme this week to work and in the children's section, sorry. I just finished this and really wanted to get it up here for the whole world to see, so I was gonna make it work somehow!
"Harvesting Poles" is actually inspired by many times coming across Native American families, in the National Forest in Southwest Colorado as they chop, actually ..as they chainsaw, down Logpole Pines to be used in their tepees. No- they do not live in them all the time, mostly they live in doublewide trailers, clustered in family groups, out on reservation, But they come up into the mountain to get the poles for tepees they stay in during their spiritual festivals or Pow Wows. And sometimes they will hide the poles in the forest and then they only have to bring the canvas to make shelters when they camp in the mountains.
I have never seen an old truck used, usually the poles are tied to the tops of minivans, but this was more picturesque.
Lodgepoles are very tall and straight evergreens, and have been harvested for dwelling for a very long time, the first white settlers also used them in building
log cabins and barns when they first came to the west.
Blankets are also very important to Native Americans, they are given as gifts to mark important ceremonies and are considered prized possessions and there is meaning in their design and how they are worn.
But a boy and a girl, wrapped up together, needs no explaination, ..... oh- children's section- sorry!
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
When our kids were little and exploring the world they found security having their father right there with them. Out on a hike, they would climb a boulder and call for their dad to be right under them and then they would have the courage to climb a little farther. In the city park, they could find the bravery to ask the person if they could pet their dog- if they had hold of daddy's hand. On the playground, they would venture forth and then unsure run back to hold his pant legs till they were more sure about the merry go round and the other children.
Sometimes in a crowded room,being so small and daddies being so tall, our toddlers would latch on to the wrong set of legs and then realizing the mistake they would scurry over to be whisked up in strong arms and reassured.
Children learn- Daddies keep you safe, or they should, that is what God intended. Many fathers are not there to protect their children and many bring harm to the ones they are intrusted to- that is Not what God intended.
My children were blessed with a father who would lay down his life for them without millasecound hesitation- we all are not as fortunate with our earthly father. But our heavenly father has already layed down his life for us- when he died on the cross, so that we could always be with him, if we only asked.
But the promise does not stop with a heavenly guarnentee. He promise to be with us always- "even to the ends of the earth" that there is no place on this earth, "no height nor depth" that can seperate us from him now. In the scary situations he is there, in the happy times he is there, in the new and exciting times he is there. We only need to look behind us and run back into his safe harbor, the trick is remembering to do it.
Saturday, October 28, 2006
My dear friend Ginger Nielson (also a wonderful illustrator) has a new book out! Coming soon to a bookstore near you or on Amazon.com!
check out her website at www.gingernielson.com
And Sherry Rogers, another talented illustrator and dear friend has her new book out as well- at bookstores and online!
check out her website at
I am soooooooo lucky to rub elbows and be encourage by these ladies!!!!
Thursday, October 26, 2006
This week's theme for "Illustration Friday" was Ghost. Here is a little history on Halloween F.Y. I.-
Halloween- Originated as a Celtic Harvest Fest-It is the evening before "All Saints Day" - a Christian religious holiday. As was typical, the church holidays were set at the same time as pagan holidays with hopes the people would abandon their rituals. Instead- a melding of the two happened and today we have both religious and pagan roots in holiday traditions. A night where the spiritual world and the physical world are intertwined.
Black Cats- originally seen as "good luck" when a black cat cross your path , the Church associated them with Witches and through that association, the stigma changed to "bad luck"
Jack-o-lanterns- Comes from an Irish Folktale where after losing a deal with the devil- A not so clever farmer ends up becoming "Jack of the Lantern" and wanders the earth with a candle lit inside of a turnip."
Most of our Halloween tradition came with the immigrants from Ireland in the 1800's. And much of it was melted together in America and then adopted out to other countries- such as Canada, UK and Australia as a 20th century "pop culture" tradition!
Friday, October 13, 2006
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." Philippians 4:6&7 NIV
Recently I have been
thinking about these verses, so often we think of results and pray fervently for them. Lord heal, Lord save, Lord spare me. Lord take care of this or of that. And if He does, we we think He is watching out for us and if He doesn't we think He doesn't care for us. But answering our prayers, the way we think they should be answered is not the promise. The promise is that no matter what is happening, no matter how much we are in "the depth of despair" to borrow a quote from Anne Shirley, He will guard our hearts, since the Evil One is always looking for an opening. In other words, when life, or people, or our own stupidity wounds us, leaves us open for attack He will be there to make sure that we are protected. Nothing, no event, no circumstance should cause us to doubt His love and His protection.
Now I am not saying, we should be dancing in the streets when bad things happen. Some circumstance call for "muddling through". Getting through one day at a time, only think about one day at a time, is sometimes all we can do.
I am in such a time. There will be no quick solutions to the difficult waters I am navigating right now. We are dealing with ailing parents, that need help, a lot of help that takes a lot of time. My husband and I still have small children, careers and commitments, so shifting our lives, which are full, so there is room for this new responsibility is taking its toll.
And as usually in stressful times, are we getting to church every Sunday, doing a daily devotional, praying frevently? No- my prayers as of late, are a few words- " Lord, help" or filled with petty frustrations on my part and complaints- but He will listen and then am amazing thing happens, a feeling of ....the universal word would be peace- but it is more a feeling of " it will be alright, it will be okay, you will survive this cause I am right here with you." washes over me. He guards my heart. It is a promise He will never break.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Went to Santa Fe this weekend with some girlfriends. What an amazing city,known as "The City Different", which one of my girlfriends wanted me to explain to her why.I couldn't, but after we walked the streets for the weekend, she didn't need anyone to.
In the center of Santa Fe is the town plaza. On one side of it is the Palace of the Governors, where from 1600's the Spanish and the Native People have been playing a serious game of "King of the Hill", battling and retaking the compound, each in possession of it for a few decades.Why did they each want it so bad, for the Native People it was to maintain their way of life and existence, the Spainish, to benifit from the riches of the North they had to hold Santa Fe as a hub for their trade routes up from Mexico.
Trade is still here at the plaza, now the Native Americans fill the long porch of the Palace, sitting near blanket filled with silver and inlaid stone jewelry, as the crowds slowly pass by, crouching down to buy their wears.
The streets jut out from the plaza, with narrow sidewalks next to adobe walls that guard the hacindas behind them. But now, through the gates of the hacindas, lining their flower laidened courtyards are shops and galleries and days can be spent wandering the maze and getting lost, if only for awile, in the "City Different"
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
You know we never appreciate the quiet, serene, almost idyllic times in our lives. The summer days outside watching our kids, or the winter night around a cozy fire until something happens to siderail what we take for granted. Our family recently got siderailed when my mother in law fell and broke her hip. Now the discussion around the dinner table is who is going to the rehab center at what time and what we have to install- be it a bathroom pull up bar and constructing a ramp. Most people deal with this in their fifties and sixties- I'm not even forty yet, my children are still in elementary school. But my husband's parents were both in their forties when they had him and he is an only child- so we are dealing with this now. Do my kids understand- not really- right now they see lost opportunity of after school activities and weekend activities that just are not going to happen for awhile. Will they understand later in life- I think so, I hope we are an example- I witnessed my mother taking care of my grandma, my father in law taking care of his father- I hope we are teaching them the right way to take care of those in our family who need our help, but I long for the lazy days and wonder how long it will be before they are back for us.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
You never know what you will find! One day I was in a Native American art gallery with my mother in law and we were looking at contemporary pottery- which is very popular. In a smart marketing mood- the Native American artists are switching their color palette to pastels to go with more modern color schemes. My mother in law likes the new colors as do a lot of other people, but I don't know- seems like in doing so we are losing the traditional art form, and when the generations of Native American artists lose the knowledge to do the pottery traditionally- it will be gone forever.
So there we were, and I was pulled over to the corner of the gallery where more traditional pottery was displayed. I'm looking at these small black plates and bowls, protected under glass. They are made by Maria Martinez (1887-1980) and her children, all from the San Ildefonso Pueblo. She is without a doubt the most famous and sought after Native American potter.
The black pots occur because of a combination of the minerals in the clay near the pueblo and in the firing process- they add animal manure to burn in the pits with the pots.
Well, my mother in law comes over and I point out Maria's pots and she casually say, " Oh, I have some of those.", I say " You mean black pots?", She says "No, her pots.", "Her pots?" I say, "Maria Martinez pots!", she says " Yes, her pots.", I ask "where are they?", "I think in my china cabinet."
So I look down under the glass at the price tag and let's just say there was none of them that were less then $1000.00 and many that were $3000.00 and up.
So we hurried to her house cause I had to see for myself and sure enough she has three Maria Martinez pots, one even held the stamps and paper clips.
Are these pots my inlaws prized possession, no. Do they comprehend the pots value now, nope. So I have become the protector of the pots- now that we are moving his parents up near us and out of the house they have been in for the last thirty years. Iwent in and stole the pots, having little faith in my husband and father in law to transport the pots carefully.
I happened to be with my mom and we had a fun time doing it, you start thinking about not tripping walking to the car- which probably makes you more likely to trip. Then we remember we had to go to the grocery store, so we covered the pots with a jacket and double checked we locked the door. Then we remembered we had to get the children from school so we secured the pots in the far back of the SUV and they did make it safely home- with lengthy discussion that these pots could pay for their first year at college- so don't touch the pots, just don't go near the pots.
We now have the pots in custody until all the furniture is moved into my in laws house and I can put them back in a safe place. My husband has repeated reminded my I Do need to give them back- back to hold the stamps and paper clips!! ( I want to cry thinking about that! )
I have actually heard of this before. There is a local story of a archeologist driving down the road with his family and slamming on the brakes because he saw a Anasazi blanket, the Native American who made the cliff dwelling in Mesa Verde, laying over a barbecue grill! So look around and pay attention- you never know what you might find!
for a good bio of Maria Martinez and a gallery of her pots go to http://www.mariapottery.com
Friday, September 08, 2006
Friday, September 01, 2006
This dog feels "safe" enough he wont get caught- to take an afternoon nap on his master's bed! Okay- it is a stretch, but I actually have a paying gig this week and won't have time to do one from scratch! This is my dog, Max, and he does this whether I might walk in on him or not. Actually he prefers the back of the couch, not the seat, he will climb up on the cushions along the back and make a nest for himself. He hasn't done it since we got the new puppy, maybe he thinks he has to clean up his act or he will be replaced! Ha, he ain't feeling so safe anymore- I can make an argument for anything!
Friday, August 18, 2006
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Well it was twenty some years before the painting was mine- fine by me- to enjoy my grandma into my thirtys when she died at 96. Now the illustration is near my bed and as I jump into this world of writing and illustrating stories it is such a wonderful reminder of the spark that existed so long ago- before I thought much of my career in life- to know the pull "story" had on me as a young child, I still wonder what she is begging the Gods for and will one day have to just put down on paper her story.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Saturday we went and spent the day with friend at Trimble Hot Springs. People have been soaking in the natural mineral spring located in the Animas valley, north of Durango for a very long time- including the nomadic Utes who claimed the valley for hunting for hundreds of years. Several establishments have been built near the springs starting with Frank Trimble built a "way station" in 1847. Three hotels over the years have been built near the "healing waters" and all of them have burn down. Marilyn Monroe, pictured above stayed here, during filming in around the Durango area- as did many movie stars from the golden era. Infact, not far away, is Baker's Bridge-over a small gorge, where Paul Newman and Robert Redford, were filmed jumping off the ridge for Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
More on Durango illustrious past check out- http://www.durango.org/durangoarea/durangofamous.asp
Friday, June 23, 2006
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Several of the town in the Four Corners have nightly summer Native American dance performances. Being a local, it always amazes me how the tourist respond to the dancers, like they really expect them to head off on their horse to their tepees- when they see them- around the corner, taking off their costumes, with their CD walkmans in their ears, maybe playing a Gameboy, drinking a Coke, leaning against their Camero- I think the tourist are actually surprised!
The relationships in the dancers families are interesting, too- remember once when we were watching them in Taos New Mexico, two young boys were goofing around before the performance with the wooden drum sticks that would be used to beat the drum for the rhythm, well their grandfather came over and put an end to it, speaking Apache, but you know what- I didn't need a translation and the boys quickly put the drumsticks back and stopped goofing around! We're not that much different!
Monday, June 19, 2006
We just got back from spending Father's Day weekend camping above Ouray, Colorado. The little mining town is one stop on a "scenic byway", encircling the San Juan Mountains. Many times we have driven the route up the Dolores Canyon, over Lizard Head pass, down into Telluride, up over Dallas Divide, turning east toward Ouray, up and over Red Mountain pass, into Silverton, then over Molas and Coal Bank pass, through the Animas valley to Durango and then back north through Mancos and back up to Dolores.
And every time we do it, there are moments I am holding on tight to the #$%@! bar as Jonh has to move way over to the edge of the road to allow a wide RV, probably with a small car in tow, to get by and I look down the thousand foot drop off, wondering how close our tires are to the edge and my thoughts always seem to turn to the men who dug these roads out of rock, before the age of powered machinery and think of their tenacity to get the job done!
But then Gold and Silver have always motivated men to be tenacious.
Otto Mears was greatly responsible for getting the railroad to about every place it could go in the San Juan mountains, then to the places too steep of a grade for the steam engines, he made toll roads, on which the miners had to pay him to get their riches out.
tenacious men were able to lay track up the Dolores Canyon and the train brought much need supplies to Telluride, in it's box canyon. But even today you can stand on the main street and see the remains of roads cut into the sides of the mountains, Black Bear, being the most famous and most dangerous, dug by miners to get at their treasures.
When we headed home yesterday we decided to get off the beaten path and turned on to Old Lime Creek Road, a dirt and rock road that paralled the modern highway above as it made it's way over CoalBanks Pass. Luckily for my husband, my memory is short and I usually don't remember the %$*&! places of a particular road till there is no turning back.
Well that moment came about midpoint, when we started to climb out of the creekbed and the road hugged a red dirt cliff. This is when I start thinking about how wide our truck is, how wide another car might be meeting us and how wide the road isn't! Backing up on a narrow road, next to a huge drop off to let another car pass is no fun! Jon is very skilled and I would want no other to be behind the wheel, but getting through places like this always makes me suck in air!
Once pass the crisis, I thought of the ladies, who traveled this road, not for pleasure, or an aircondtioned cab of a truck with great suspension, but in a wagon, out in the air, with unpredictable horses, but hopefully sitting next to a skilled man, who she has complete faith in to navigate the treacherous road, wondering what they would do if they met another wagon coming the other way.
Do you know why the pieces and parts of NASA's shuttles are the size they are? Because they have to be able to fitt through the tunnels that the trains take, the trains are a width because that is the width of the track they are on, the track is that width because of the width of the roads they were layed down on, determined by the width of the wagaons that were driven down them, determined by the width of two horses harnessed together. Our future is connected to our past!
Friday, June 16, 2006
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Yes, I understand the purpose of it and the need to rein in our commitments. Yes we do-do way to much things and some of the things we do are worthy of doing, just we aren't the ones that should be doing them.
This is my quandery- I think we have no problem saying "No" to things we all should be doing- There are a lot of us on this planet and there are a lot of hungry people not being fed, a lot of lonely people not being visited and comforted, a lot of fatherless children not being adopted.
Jesus told us that we do not know him, if we do not clothes the poor, feed the hungry, visit the prisoner, adopt the child- where does "just say no" fit in to that!
"Just saying No" or for that matter "Just saying Yes to everything" really has the same out come and is a victory for the enemy, because it leaves God's people in need either way- either the service or the server suffers and neither is in his purpose.
How about, "Just say Maybe!" how about being intuned to the urgings of the Holy Spirit- and waiting, oh there is that word so often in his commands- wait- not never, just not now! - The Pilgrims Progress is such a wonderful illustration of the Christian walk- but a large part of it is Christian had no idea what was going to come his way or what he should do when he got there- it seems if he had a "policy of always saying no" he might of missed out on a lot God intended for him. We also are pilgrims making our way to the Eternal City- we do not know all the stops in the road or the interesting strangers we will encounter- yes some will take our time, some will be fruitless pursuits, some will be out right dangerous, but some will be a blessing sent by our Creator- we lack the ability to distiunguise them- Only by the urging of the Holy Spirit will we know.
So instead of No or Yes all the Time, how about Maybe-and then feel down inside you and determine if Guilt or God is pushing you forward.
Monday, June 12, 2006
We took the dogs up to Telluride Colorado and hiked up to Bridal Veil Falls. Telluride is actually some kind of mineral found in the steep mountain slopes of this box canyon, but if you have ever driven down around the steep corner near the turn off to Ophir Pass a little bit fast and looked down the thousand foot drop off down to Illum, you can understand why the miners called it To- Hell- You- Ride.
My husband's family often kicks themselves because they didn't buy up a few of the fallen down shacks lining the mining towns streets when they first moved to the western slope of Colorado in the mid 70's, before the town was discovered.
Today, Telluride is a mecca for the rich, the famous and the dog lover. Infact last Labor Day, the weekend of the big Telluride Film Festival- we almost got Max's ( our Newfie/ Lab cross) photo taken with Mickey Rooney- the star of such movies as National Velvet. But the actor has to be in his eighties and I think the photo op people thought that our Max could of bowled him over- besides a cute little black lab puppy came along and was a much safer alternative.
Well yesterday the street were pretty quiet, the Western Festival keeping the tourist pretty much to the city park and we strolled with Max and Molly, being the puppy she definitely got the most attention.
We had dinner at Tellurice- the best Asian food I have had- and the dogs were treated like royalty- sitting on the side walk near the steps of the outdoor patio. Getting love from the tattooed glad hostess and water out of a china bowl.
Then we rode the Gondola, between the mining town and Mountain Village, at the base of the ski slopes, the ride if a highlight and free- several gondolas being designated for dogs.
To check out another great dog town- go to Jackson Hole Wyoming where they do the running of the labs on the Fourth of July- or at least they did when we were there several years ago.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Now- if you have been on the Reservation, seen the landscape of barren dirt in every direction with half starved cattle and horses seeking out bits of green, driven past the clusters of hogans, summer house and doublewides with old tires lining the roof ( so the shingles don't blow off in the wind) , stopped at a Trading Post to puruse the wonderful Native American crafts, get an afternoon snack, or tried to use their bathroom facilities ( enough stuff for a whole nother post- )you have experienced the packs of half wild Rez dogs- watching your back and your children when they are milling around you. Rez dogs are scavengers and the places people are- main roads/ and trading post if where there is food of all kinds- road kill, whatever is in the garbage, what they can steal from the other dogs.
But there is a informal group of people that foster a few of these dogs-when they can catch them and keep them temporally- cleaning them up, deworm them- you eat dead things- you get worms! And then when the dogs are healthy- they find people, like us, who want to adopt them and then go find another dog to foster.
There is an epidemic of Rez dogs- and it is disheartening to see them frantically looking for food and scared and mangy. But there is also an epidemic of dishearten people- Navajos- also on the Reservation. Sometimes, it seems to me that rescuing animals in need fits in with our busy lives more then trying to help people. Less complicated, less effort to take an animal in- then navigate the tricky waters of helping others.
I applaud the efforts of the ladies who rescued Molly and what a wonderful story to tell others when we talk about our little puppy. But there are still children, whose tummies are hungry, who haven't been taught the basics of hygiene, who are still being placed in boarding schools away from their mothers at a young age- to desensitize them from their culture-( enough stuff for a whole book, I hope to write some day) living in this country. We aren't talking Africa or Iran. We are taking about Arizona and New Mexico in the U.S of A!-The only place Samaritans Purse, a ministry created by Franklin Graham, Billy Graham's son, delivers their Christmas shoeboxes ( operation christmas child- a care package of hygiene supplies, toys and daily needs), in this country is on the Navajo Reservation. The rest go to third world countries! We have a third world country in our backyard!
To know more or Get involved- check out
Southwest Indian Foundation
a mail order catalog of crafts and jewelry- supporting the artisans that make them and programs on the Rez including wood stove to families too far out for utilities and AA programs.
Samaritan's Purse Ministry
a great ministry started by Franklin Graham- taking Christ's command that we do not know him if we do not take care of his people!
Friday, June 09, 2006
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Over the years, the rose and I have had sort of a battle and I have been losing. Losing to its shoots, sticking here and there in my flower garden. I have also been losing the battle with the weeds and battle with remembering to water. I have been failing miserably to carry on the tradition of my mother, my grandmother, my great grandmother- all who are magical when it comes to growing flowers.
Then it hit me this morning- my artistery doesn't come from my flower garden- it comes from my art. My mother, my grandmother, my great granmother are all artist and their canvas are the glorious gardens around their house, the lovely bouquets of flowers on their tables. But I am also contining the tradition of beautiful things, just in a different medium. The old rose and me are a lot a like. Even though it had to fight to let it shoots see the light of day- year after year they kept coming up. My artistery has had the same battle. Year after year, even though it was pushed back down and other things took the place of importance, my need to create, kept coming up, showing itself to me- wether I let it grow or snipped it off.
So now, the old rose and I have a "treaty" it will be allowed to be what it is and fill my flower garden and I will watch in anticipation to see what it becomes and I will allow myself to be what I am- an artist and writer- and watch in aticapation to see what I become.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Got a logo I am happy with- seems like since high school, teachers having been saying artist should have logos and I never had one I liked for long- think this one really sums up the whole idea of Moonflower Studio! Moved images around on website and it really came together! Getting there- maybe will be able to do some real writing and illustrating by the end of this week. Still am giddy about doing "illustration Friday" and actually being able to get my illo on the web- though did get a note about it not being a "static" page- not sure what that is but will figure it out! Got some nice people to talk me through such things- God is really pushing me- saying "now is the time to do this career thing"- scared and excited!! On a tangent- we adopted a "reservation puppy"- Molly, little black with little floppy ears and a salt and pepper nose- for the girls- think from near Chenle, Arizona- never can spell it right- sweetest thing- though not too interested in me- which is okay- since Max is my dog- but this morning discovered she had worms! Will be seeing the vet later today!!
Saturday, June 03, 2006
First attempt at "illustration Friday" a fun end of the week project! Started by a very clever illustrator- Penelope Dullaghan- who sends out a theme word- this week being "portrait", suggested by one of the I'm sure a hundred illustrator who participate, and then over the weekend or into the next week, we all can link our illustration and websites or blogs to the www.illustrationfriday.com site, check it out- yeah! I got it done on Saturday! Goal is to not miss a week through the summer- see how I do- but also got myself another portfolio piece!