Tinsel

Chocolate

 Sacher torte. I need lessons on shadows and perspective

I get by with a little help from my friends

Wreath

Ribbon

Reflection

Well, it's 7:05 a.m. and I have fed my cats, made my coffee, defrosted sausage for breakfast, prayed my morning office, and painted a bowl of pudding, correctly as it turns out, according to mom's green pudding dish, thank you very much Laurie. gasp.  long sentence.

I keep thinking about my sister's lament that these challenges are taking her away from doing what she wants to do. As as I am want to do, I compare it to my thoughts. Do I feel this way?  See, I have to compare sometimes because I often just do things without thinking, "do I really like this? " or "should I be doing this anymore?" or or or.  I often need someone to throw out an idea to wake up my complacency.  And my sister is my hero where that's concerned.  So, back to the lament and my personal take on it.  No.  It doesn't take me away from what I'm wanting to do.  Often, it leads to something else if I have the time or the kitten isn't competing for attention. 

I'm finding that the early hours, like this when Prim has gone outside and Ray is still blissfully sleeping, my music is down low and only the lights I need to see are on I can breathe into my art instead of it being a job or a lesson or a project.  I can just let my mind flow with my pencil or pen or brush.Nothing fantastic comes of it, no masterpiece, but that's okay.  I'm not working toward a masterpiece.  I'm working toward connecting my hand with my eyes. 

And then there's the afternoon...

Two puddings

I took a picture in case I messed up on the background and darkening the green a little. So sent both. Because I can.

Dove?

Hahahhaa! Don't know how to draw a bird let alone a dove. Sheesh! I guess I should have thought about a holy spirit dove? Hey. It's done.