oh, the devil won’t have me

Medium: Watercolor

Text: Oh, the devil won’t have me / I wonder who will.  -Lisa Hannigan “The Fall”


I never dreamed that I would stay this long


Medium: Watercolor, Mixed Media

And thanks to those who loved me
when I could not love myself
who embraced the raincloud above me
and dragged us both down off the shelf
I never dreamed that I would stay this long.
-Jay Brannan, “Uncle Auntie-Socialite”


Black Dog II

black dog II

Medium: Watercolor, acrylic, mixed media

Apparently Black Dog is going to be an ongoing theme, lol…


The Art of the Start..a.k.a potato stamping

I have had a very busy week finishing up artwork for a project and today was the first day I had to just sit back and do my own thing. I wanted to paint.

Lined up and ready to go! Mixing colours  ~ Julie Hamilton Designs {artistically afflicted blog}
I sat down with my sketchbook. I looked at some drawings I had planned to paint. I thought abstract, but then dismissed it for floral. I thought collage, but I wasn’t sure I felt like paper cutting. I thought green, no, coral.

I was getting nowhere fast. I just needed to Start.

paint, stamping, design sponge

Who would have thought? Potato stamps.Yes, a potato from my kitchen.. Having flashbacks to grade school art class?

Having lost by painting mojo with all of my indecision I ended up cruising through my inbox and stumbled upon yesterdays Design Sponge blog post here. Well, it looked pretty cool in the pictures so I had to try.

In my desperate attempt to make…

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Me and my shadow are wrestling again

“The red light has been following me,
But don’t worry mother,
It’s no longer my gravity.”
-Jewel, “Barcelona”


“I’m ok,” he said


“I’m okay,” he said
I’m not there quite yet.”


I’m not sure I’m cut out for this

“I’m not sure I’m cut out for this,”
she said
Cut out for This


Apparently So


Apparently so.
And here I sit,
now, at my highest weight,
feeling the judgment…

is it my imagination of these vibes,
or my own disappointment in myself?

I am unsure.


Time Is The Anchor


“Oh, and already, the time it has changed us,
we question the kindness,
test every trust,
and we hang from the rafters, and spit out such cruel things.

If the light’s turning red, keep your hand on the door,
because you know that it might be a lesson in letting go,
it might be a lesson in losing the best things.”
Chris Purkea, “Time is the Anchor”