No black horse.

Making a pretty note card to send to my friend Dan.

I wanted to make a stylized kind of cherry tree/bonsai thing.  I kind of like it and I kind of think its mad cartoony.

I took one of the black and whilte.  its a little card. 4x3 maybe?

I took one color and one color at an angle so you can see the shinies.

and No.  I dont know why it uploaded the B&W sideways.  its right side up in my puter. O.O

My beardie is gonna have babies.

a week or two and we will have eggs.  time will tell if they are fertile or not, or how many she has, but Im hopeful and excited.

Here are some pics of my Gravid baby.

So it Goes. Hearts are never whole.

So good night to the concept of  smooooshey love shites.

I've shed a skin that made me feel tired and not myself.  Bogged down and alone even in company.
Who made me feel like a horrible person.  Skin that made me feel guilty for thinking of my son first.

good bye dead skin.  You were a person once. Loved and whole.  Then your skin shifted. Suddenly who I was, or who I had become no longer rejoiced at your presence.

I was just so tired. exhausted. Now I can breath again.

for sentiments sake. Ronn Art. 

appropriation of the inappropriate

I made a ring leader.  Inspired by pictures that mehmet turgut took of himself.

Water color over graphite on low tooth paper. 16x20 or maybe 18x24 I didnt measure it. 

DREAMS

It started off with this really bizarre dream where I was going to visit My friend Dan.  He apparently lived in a very tall very skinny apartment complex that had a conveyor belt for people to ride in a small circle in the lobby.  The door was shaped like a return key on a keyboard and the place was full of automatic sliding glass doors.  He was handsome and socially aloof as always in real life.  I left there and the ground shifted so that a stretch of long flat road turned into a tall exceptionally steep hill.
When I first arrived my friend Kim was there but she was like three times her normal weight. She kept attempting to run up the hill.  By the time she completed the task she was her normal smaller self.  I was bewildered and kept trying to tell her how we should make this into a gimmick diet and for the rest of the dream she kept calling me big momma. I looked down and climbing the hill had made me even fatter than I am.

Thanks brain. Good Morning.

tore

Tired, but I finished me  watercolor and graphite of Courtney as a Genie.
Fun, and the first big thing I've done in a bit.

Some things from before and then.

Couple of Doodles I want to keep in the front of my noggin for a little bit. 

Some of these are older and I just enjoyed them and want to get back to some of that. 

List.
1. Courtney portrait. I has picha's and will need to proceed before noggin rejects.

2.Will do More Tattoo art on Fri/sat

3. Gathering supplies to make a steampunk project. Continue research and brainstorms.

4. Still need to work on the ageless/endless/kid/sky thing. 

5. Want to make more mojo/bone/teeth/polished wood

Laura Lee closed her eyes

She was amazing.
She had been dying of a broken heart for years.  I wish I had known her when her soul was full of life and she was smiling in the sun.

I only knew her late in life and still fell in love.

I'll miss you .

A wrinkle. But never in time.

So maybe it wasn't just back in the day when I was obsessed with the mermaids.


Doodle Melikes.  I want to get back into doing odd modified portraits of people I know. 

Art related Things to do list.

1. finish working on the sky/kid/ageless project
2. Tattoo Kim. Rob, and Myself again. Far too lax.. Bad Jenn. Bad.
3. More photography. Hopefully this blog will help with that.

paying respects to days gone by

In High school most likely before that to, I was obsessed with drawing Dragons and Mermaids.
I mean on everything. Everywhere.  non stop.

I made doodles to pay respect to days gone by.

Making Mojo

Bones, and beads and blood and things.

Symbol for Goodluck. Reverse is for drawing down the luck of the moon.
Beads are just for pretties to hang or tuck in the pocket.

I hope its of use. Everyone can use a little luck. 

Every Brick Layed

We all have to begin somewhere.

I, as it happens again and again, have the urge to start another blog.
I don't really have much to comment on, as one normally does with a blog, about culture, food, travel, or even the world at large.  I'm looking for a catharsis. Perhaps there are some folks out there kith and kin to the things I might ramble on about.  Perhaps I'll meet someone fantastic and inspiring to share stories and time with.  Perhaps in talking (or typing) these things out to help myself, I might help someone else.  Who knows. Stranger things have happened.

I'm hoping that this will be a sort of open forum for art and writing. of all kinds. Comments welcome. Friends even more so. Critiques and flat out disapproval are welcome as well.  But only dish it if you can take it.

I miss the world.
These will be my whispers to you.
Welcome Home.