Friday, November 07, 2014

Sick Days

I do realize the middle is's always something.

I've been sick for the past five days.
First two days, some nasty Halloween candy chuck full of gluten spun me out. (P.S-Reece's Seasonal peanut butter cups, of course my favorites, are not gluten free, I repeat, not gluten free.)
And then congestion moved in.
I have not taken two sick days in a row, like ever. And I haven't had an actual sick day since having kids in many, many years. I laid on the couch, slept, ate soup, watched Wish I Were Here, oh so wonderful. And realized that during the school year, I am never ever home during the day. This time that I was home for for so many years, like the past eight (well at least two or three days a week I was home). I find myself envious of my neighbor across the street, leisurely walking her daughter in her stroller while her two older kids are in school and I say very loudly, "Oh must be nice." So snarky. So snarky.

But I had that time at home and then when the opportunity (perfect one at that) presented itself, I needed to go back to work full time.
These days, I realize that having a job is like the holy grail and having one like mine is hitting the lottery. It's just that it doesn't leave much room for my own creativity.

Tired feet, tired body. It's not the same at 42 as when I first started at 28. Now with three kids too.
Winter is easier for me. The boys play basketball and it's local, three miles down the road. My daughter and I kind of hibernate. When offered art classes, dance or something she might be interested in, she still chooses mom.

I wrote about two thousand words today. Pushing my rock up the hill. I'm just past halfway. It's a good thing to do on a sick day, suped up on cold meds.
The other day I was reading what I'd written so far and two things happened. One-I couldn't stop reading and two, I forgot that I had written it. I don't know but I think that's a good thing.
I'm looking forward to that other side, the climax, the drop, the resolution. I've already started my second book (it just couldn't wait). Oh to have more time, and that folks is something I have small amounts of scattered about but gathered all up makes a hill mountable. So I'm going to make the most of it and while I am at it steer clear of the Christmas Tree Reece's cups. Darn.

Wednesday, July 09, 2014


my main classroom all cleaned up
never will it be this organized again-at my 100 year old school

found this behind my smart board-hiding-love

summer reading

So, I've been writing somewhere else, like I am cheating. The cool thing about writing something, "something" is all of the fun research that goes into it. Yes, I was that kid. The one who actually LIKED writing bibliographies, enjoyed searching through stacks, the thrill of finding THAT book that would have the answer. The internet revolutionized so much but for writers, so much right? It should make one prolific with such information at the click of a mouse. Of course, some of my research will be done on location-the most FUN. But watching movies, listening to music and creating art and Instagram acct. to go with the story has been really well, cool.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Unexpected Day Off

(yes, I know winter is over but this was a fun winter, I've got to say)

So, popping in here. My son is home sick and so I am off today. Thought, oh yeah, I've got this blog I've neglected.....

So, figuring out how to work media into my watercolor/drawings.
Figured out that the Black Prismacolor colored pencil is the best for sketching.
That I LOVE TO DRAW so the drawing part is central.
Watercolor looks great with scribbling....drawing etc.

There's more under way. But I am pleased with my "figuring out".
The way, I like to illustrate is simple. I think picture books are great but honestly sometimes I think the really complex, fine art books are too much for kids. I love them but kids are more drawn (pun intended) to art that looks like something they could do. That's exactly what I loved about Sendak and others who had strong drawing skills. I thought, as a kids, hey, I could do this too. And isn't that what it's all about.

Teaching has been fun. My kids are 99.9% fantastic. I get to spend my time actually teaching now and I am thrilled. Every once in awhile we have a little behavior issue but it's basically like I've been given the nicest, sweetest kids ever. I am blessed.
(still looking forward to summer though:)

Wednesday, February 19, 2014


quick book club get away weekend....brrrrr.....

The snow. Oh, the snow.
I know.
It's cold.
But it's given me time.
What a present.

Tuesday, December 31, 2013

A B C.....

In order to get better at painting in watercolor, I'm embarking on a series...the alphabet, boy's set and girl's set (with purples, pink, orange, red, green and blues). Don't worry, each will have a soccer ball-ha! Each one will get better....that's the plan, YES!. (And of course,  I've already planned on going back and re-doing some once I turn into a WC expert!) The thing is, no one has ever taught me how to paint in watercolor, ever. I've figured it all out but I'll admit, it's not easy. Well, sometimes. A few things I am learning......

1.Make it quick, don't over work, heavens it gets muddy FAST.
2. I think I'd like to take a class but can't find any in our area that work with my schedule. Like 7pm Sunday night would work. I'm actually thinking about contacting the instructor of one of the local classes and seeing if I could do like a two hour private's that or BOOKS. I get too impatient with YouTube......too many bad videos.
3. Practice, practice, practice.
4. Invest in better paint (I'm using Winsor Newton Cotman series right now and sable brushes) and brushes. Paint is expensive but not bank breaking, but oh man, the brushes! I found a $600 brush today and almost choked on my breakfast.

I've been peeking at neighbor, Golly Bard's blog to get some tips from her. I love her art and her colors. I'm of course, doing something very different for these letters but ...actually maybe I should ask her for help (she lives a few towns away) but then I would feel like I was stalking her....but I'm not, really!

So you see, I'm not going in alphabet order. The "Q" is for my godson, Quinn. And the "P" is for my nephew.
I've set up a new Etsy shop called Carousel Court (yes, I grew up in Carousel Court here in Virginia). And when I have the first alphabet done, I'm going to put prints up.

I'm on to the "B".....then "S"......then hopefully, I can get back to ABC "order". I'm excited to take a whole alphabet picture. Whoopeeee!

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Review: Prisoners

I've often thought of posting "what I thought of" a movie review-y kind of thing.....I mean, I google movies after I see them, sometimes in frustration (a lot) and occasionally because it was just so amazing (rare these days), usually I am googling for the soundtrack, like the great music in Our Idiot Brother, not so good movie but this is a great song....listen, you'll love it.

Okay, back to the subject at hand. I can't tell you how many times I re-write movies in my head. I love to edit. I love to make them better. I wonder why Hollywood doesn't come to me. Because I can tell you RIGHT off, what's wrong with your movie, any genre. My husband has started to really believe me, because I can tear holes in things like nobodies business. I can HOWEVER, suspend my disbelief if the movie warrants it. Don't think watching movies with me is some type of torture. I wonder, DO they even have test audiences anymore or is it just push play. So let's talk about Prisoners.

Here's the quick Warner Brother's synopsis:
How far would you go to protect your family? Keller Dover is facing every parent's worst nightmare. His six-year-old daughter, Anna, is missing, together with her young friend, Joy, and as minutes turn to hours, panic sets in. The only lead is a dilapidated RV that had earlier been parked on their street. Heading the investigation, Detective Loki arrests its driver, Alex Jones, but a lack of evidence forces his release. As the police pursue multiple leads and pressure mounts, knowing his child's life is at stake the frantic Dover decides he has no choice but to take matters into his own hands. But just how far will this desperate father go to protect his family? 

1. Why does Detective Loki (Jake Gyllenhaal) constantly blink? Constantly. I found myself just watching his eyes, wondering when he would blink next...when.....when.....blink....blink.....

2. How is it that the father, Hugh Jackman's ready for ANYTHING, and I do mean EVERYTHING, EXCEPT a little ole' grandma (watch movie, you'll agree). For a survivalist tough guy, he lets a little old lady take him TO THE SECOND LOCATION, Hugh, every woman who has ever watched Oprah knows, this is a BIG NO NO. By no means, let the little old lady take you to a second location.

3. The red herring. Dumb and made the movie about 30 minutes longer than the average person's attention span. Also, when Detective Loki is chasing the red herring, he lets him jump on top of him from a tree (yes, you read that right) and get away. Maybe it was because he was blinking too much.

4. The ending. Yes, it's one of those. The credits come on and whatever you had in your hand at the time is soon found hurtling toward the TV (if you saw this in the theater, it was probably your empty Junior Mint box). You most likely know what happens, you know, but I think they must have run out of money and thought, hey, this looks like a good place to stop.

These type of movies are tough to swallow. Usually, I say no to kids in danger in movies or kids as ghosts. But I thought, this may be the kind of movie that makes you think. What would I do for my kids? I answered that question quickly, I would do what Hugh Jackman did and more. It was pretty bad but not so bad that you cringed. Well, a little. I'm Irish and although I am a very pleasant person, I've been known to push over the neighborhood bully on roller skates, yeah, that's right.
It is a good movie, it has good bones. But it's kind of like a kid wearing cashmere in an art class. Dressed up, messy and baffling.

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Best Quote Ever

amazing painting at the Mandarin Hotel in DC

 OK. I know Ray Bradbury's stories. Fahrenheit 451 was one of my favorites and Something Wicked This Way Comes (I've been meaning to read Dandelion Wine). But I didn't know him, like him, him...I stumbled on this amazing (overused) quote the other day,

“If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories — science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”


Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Picture This

I've been absent.

Major change for me is like, trying to stir really thick cake batter. Yes, it's yummy, it's work, it's frustrating and you really shouldn't eat it uncooked and not expect your tummy won't hurt later. I admit. I was caught off guard. Going back to work full time put me in a flour covered kitchen with mitts for hands. The good part is, I love my job. I just don't like actually working (the schedule, the getting up, the "work" part). Does that make sense? I mean, I love teaching but doing it every day is like eating too much cake batter. Now, now, now, don't think that I don't put in 100% every day because, I, dear friends was the best student ever, and that just puts me in line to be a good teacher, direct lineage let's say. I take great pride in my job. But my mind is always wandering.....

 I've been putting in time. I've been practicing. I've been making mistakes and throwing things in the trash, lots of things in the trash. I've been reading and thinking and writing. I have been doing things on the GOOD paper and not caring if it comes out okay (having a full time job does help with my Dick Blick bills). Because, my end goal has always, and I do mean, always, to write and illustrate picture books. Always. Since I could hold a crayon.
So, why do you ask have I not been scooting down this road before? I have. But I was busy and tired and chasing little ones around. Oh my 30's-the lost decade as one 40 something mother told me (she had on a WHITE shirt, so I took her word for it that things would get better). I joined SCBWI, I went to a few conferences, I learned, observed and promptly went back to day dreaming. But that was then....

I'm just putting in the time.
We'll see what happens.

But first, before I get back to teaching myself how to really use's one of those cool moments, I was driving to my really old school in October ( I teach one day out of the five at a 100 year old school, one of each grade, 120 kids, room the size of the janitor's closet, but it's so historical it makes my heart jump) and I was thinking about how to get better. I was remembering that about a decade ago, I saw that the Corcoran had a course on children's book illustration. I was a new mom and driving in to Georgetown on a Monday night was out of the question. So, I waited until the following semester when, of course, the class wasn't offered anymore. I emailed the illustrator/instructor, Henry Cole, alas he was moving out of the area, so sorry he said. His email was warm and kind. Perhaps, I should find another course, a class....
Later that day, I see in my work email that Henry Cole is doing a school visit at MY SCHOOL. Now, really, what are the odds? Slim to none. He was back in the area and he, in fact, grew up in the town I was teaching in. Slim to none.
The day, he came, I was ALL grins. I felt like Elvis was in building. He was amazing, charming, hilarious and INFECTIOUS. I started drawing my characters again, I started writing again. He sparked me. His story was the same as mine. The kid who could draw. The kid who won all the poster contests. The kid who wrote books about ANYTHING and everything they could think of.
I did introduce myself. He was just as kind as anything. I didn't tell him that I wanted to grow up and be just like him. My smile told it all.
I like teaching. I love working with kids. He told stories and made my students heads explode with possibility. Mine as well. It was great day. A pivotal day.
Thanks Henry.

Now back to work......the batter is turning out nicely.

frozen snow days=time in my studio

my studio, pretty neat eh (as in not messy, amazing)

letter roughs, in order to practice watercolor, I am making the alphabet, boys/girls. The "Q" is for my godson.

practice, experiment, practice-how to work in collage? yes, no, maybe so. experiment.

just for me...things buried under the sea series

title page from vintage book series

Tuesday, October 29, 2013


 I've been gone since August on here. Life has been busy. Oh yes, we hear this all of the time but going back to teaching elementary school full time was not only a great move for me but knocked the wind out of me. I think I
feel like I'm getting used to keeping all of the plates in the air. Friday night was the pivot. I'll tell more pictures for place holding:

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Boyleston Street

There's just something about the first leaf inside a book where someone has laid claim, marked a date or proclaimed their love for another. I've got a series of these. So simple and fun.

P.s-I'm not a bitter person at all so this is not coming from a place of well, bitterness, but the Lilla Rogers contest winners...well, I guess I didn't get the memo about weird creepy children and foxes being the subject matter they were looking for (and nothing really new, fresh or "outstanding", except, I liked Aimee Sicuro's). Also, if you dig a little further, most of the winners are current students of the Make Art That Sells class she offers...hmmm.......I think I detect a little teacher's petness going on. Still, I've been making some things I truly enjoy because I engaged myself in the process of entering the contest so really, that sells for me.

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

If You Had Fun, You Won.

how i made my marbles

my color palette came from Station Wagon Holidays (a new find!)
work on the left is something new

inside the book

one of my favorite pages

 So I loved all of the colors in the Ford's Treasury Station Wagon Living and that's where I got my colors for my marble piece.

And, since I grew up in a station wagon, Caprice Classic, white and mammoth sized, I am enjoying the book immensely. (We called her the white whale by the way.)

I also remember the way way back, our back seat that had you riding backwards and peering right at the drivers behind you. I am sure it was only a little bit unnerving to be the driver behind us.

Now for a more earthy palette:

painting on an old book binder

I'm sealing the stain and adding layers of Sap Green and Payne's Gray-oh, so nature.

after I am done sealing and layering, I'm going to draw/paint in white ink into the waves, bones, shells, flowers, coral, odd things that don't belong in the sea. In the style as the flowers above. I'm entering this piece or one similar in a juried show. Once again, don't care if I win, which be nice just want to BE A PART.

And that folks is something to live by: as a wise PE teacher says to my children. "If You Had Fun, You WON." Use that however you like. I do.
In fact, I have a huge dent in my left shin bone. How did I get this you ask? Well on the day before the 3rd of July my husband and I stayed up late watching silly scary movies and having a few libations, it was all laughs and good times like a happy couple should have. But because, I HATE, "battening down the hatches", when it was finally time to go to bed, I decided to sprint up the stairs and leave him behind to lock up (I know, HOW nice of me). I thought it was funny, until SLAM, I slipped and rammed my shin bone into the step riser....almost to the bone.
BUT, say it with me, did I have fun? Yes. So, I won....and I have a pretty big scar to remind me.

Monday, July 22, 2013

My Entry

Ok, so I had so much fun making this. And the bonus, now I've got tons of leftover hand painted marbles to work into other pieces.  I didn't look at what anybody else was doing for the Lilla Rogers Global Talent Search. I just made what I wanted to. And folks, that is the best result. I'm not worried about making a top 50 or a top anything. I don't get to do the judging, that is out of my hands. I made the journal I would buy. In fact, I'll get these printed up anyway! (I'll fix the journal label first though-want it to be smoother). The theme was old fashioned playground. I wanted to do playground games, mainly, I wanted to either make jacks or marbles. And, jacks, not that much fun to draw, since they are so 3D. That probably won't stop me in the future though since I really want to paint up the red bouncy ball. (Me and my red spot color). I know most artists are actually drawing playgrounds but my thought was to bring in fun color through the marbles. Underneath is the classic lined handwriting paper I found in closet at school many years ago, faded and browning. I wanted to put some old marble manual page in the back but it was too busy.
Still one month left of summer for me.
More marbles-a-coming.

Tuesday, July 09, 2013

Paper Dolls

I meant to scan this before I sent it off but you can get the idea. I've been drawing what I call "paper dolls". I cut them out and arrange them so they are kind of paper doll-like. These two sisters are actually all drawn, without cut out clothes. I love the idea of little girls in their bathing suits. It's the epitamy of youth, before we are embarrassed to put on our swimming garb. (Maybe you are not, so just skip over that part.) In the background (which you have seen before) is a letter from my Great Aunt Ellen to her sister, my grandma Ruth. My great Aunt didn't talk to my grandmother for over ten years because of something simple, like fighting over a sweater. These two kind of represent them. One older than the other. Both a little concerned. I want to make more, not sure how they will come about. Now onto the BIG challenge. I think I've got something brewing. Woohoo.

Tuesday, July 02, 2013

Beat Cream

Summer has been busy so far!
I'm putting together a what I have been thinking about post.....let's see.....

Man, I really need a good book. I spent all last week reading a book that was so good until the last third of it. I felt cheated. The main character completely folded. She was running from an abusive husband and I was cheering her on, go girl! Go girl......OH, no don't do that, why are you doing that? Shut the book. Shucks. And who knows what happened.

I've been in an art holding pattern for a really long time now. I've waiting for the right flow to come ashore and since it hasn't happened, I'm just going to make stuff anyway. And, gasp, it can stink if it wants to, and you, my friends will never know (a ha ha...insert evil laugh).....because I'll just keep it to myself....we shall see how this works out.

I also, entered the Lilla Rogers Talent Search. I found them through Claudine Hellmuth. And I have thought, yep, I would be a good fit for them. And since the stinky stuff is staying with me, I'll just be sure to send them my best.

The first assignment is absolutely fantastic and something I can completely work with. My brain has been turning ideas around like a cement mixer. Now, to get to work.

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Orange Elephant

As I scanned this in, I totally realized what was missing. Sooo...I'll add it later. There's much too much off white.  I just don't do the "busy" collages well. I am too ordered with my artwork. I should really try to loosen up, really, but I've been saying that for years and I am not even sure how to do it. Advice?

Wednesday, May 22, 2013


a little too linear but having fun with orange
So, just playing around a bit.....oranges and yellows....I entered myself into a few things recently. One was Lilla Rogers Talent Search. I have always thought that my artwork fit right into her collection of very talented artists. (I found Lilla Rogers through Claudine Hellmuth). And so, I thought, what the heck! Why not? No reason not to take up the challenge. And there's another artist search that I am doing as well. It's fun, exciting and well, challenging, and that is good. More later....

Friday, May 10, 2013


It's not the best's so hard to show the delicacy of a letter transparency. I printed the letter (to my Grandma from her mother) on tracing paper. I'm learning that matte medium DOES NOT work well for everything (duh), I know. But it is like liquid gold. Now I am finally figuring out the joys of a glue stick. Who knew? Also, spray adhesive is pretty darn awesome as well, just make sure you have good ventilation (cough, cough).
I'm reading a little gem right now called "Steal Like an Artist" by Austin Kleon. It's a good read. I mean, it's true there is nothing really "new" out there. I find things I like and then figure out how they made them and then.....make them my own, meaning, my art, my drawing, my letters in my personal collection, you make it personal. You make it yours.

Wednesday, May 08, 2013

It's Been Awhile

just a few works in progress

Folks, I have been busy.
I have a new job starting in the fall teaching art at the elementary level and I am THRILLED.
I have a few workshops that I am teaching and very excited about.
My foot has stopped hurting.
I've scored some of the most beautiful goals in soccer in my WHOLE 40 odd years. Yes.
And although, I am allergic to spring (all of it). It's almost over.
It's almost summer.
I am content.

If you get a chance, do yourself a favor and listen to This American Life's latest show. The first story about a young man crossing the country and asking people what advice they would give to their 23 year old self is powerful, moving and inspiring.

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Bright Tree

This is a little bright for me but kind of working outside of my color comfort zone. I've got a lot going on right now, hopefully some good change.

Last night, I complained to my husband that I was NEVER going to make it to the Olympics.
"In what?", he asks. (A good question).
"Oh, I don't know, running, swimming, anything! Because I can't get the pain in my foot to stop. It's this messed up nerve thingy. And I've done all of the PT, the three months-no running, no soccer, strength training, icing, Motrining (yes, it's a verb with me), all of that and still sheer pain will strike me like lightning. AND I am never going to make it to the Olympics!"

He laughs, "Oh, well, yeah, that's the reason you aren't going to make it. That makes perfect sense."

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Notes Under the Pillow

"B" is for Beth and for busy. (this is from one of my 6th grade art lessons)

I was very close with my grandparents. My Grandma Ruth lived with us and my other two grandparents were always under 90 minutes away. I miss them every day. There are times when it literally kills me that my grandfather can't see what beautiful children I have and how much they would make him laugh. And that my Grandma Ruth isn't able to gently implore my kids over and over to "Be good to your mother." just like she did to us. Grandma Gen can't spoil my children with "under the bed presents" and my kids don't leave a note under her pillow every visit just like I did. (Kind of wish she had kept some of those).
The narrative, our/my story, it's in my head but memory is fleeting. And I am find that if I don't write it down, I will forget, no matter how hard I try. Even the things, I think I will NEVER forget, I do. And life, has gotten easier in so many ways but also busier too. I have a little word document for each child that I have written down random, wonderful, eye rolling, ethereal and amazing things that they have done and said. But I recently realised that a lot of their history has been on here, an "album" of sorts, a scrapbook, if you would. My art, my thoughts, my family, our stories.
My uncle once commented that a blog is a very "sign on your lawn" kind of thing. And well, it is, but I can't tell you how much I enjoy going back and reading my entries from just a few years ago. I am, in sorts, saving the notes under the pillow.

Friday, March 15, 2013


quilting papers together

my son making collage monsters

leaving the inn

this is the Inn where we had out wedding reception-it wasn't abandoned at the time

tree on my "jog/walk" from over two weeks ago

my sister's handiwork

So the flu has turned into this week long headache/sinus thing that it driving me absolutely bonkers. I'm not a nap person (although, I can say they are nice every once in awhile) but that is all I have felt like doing for days now. In fact, I took a nap last night after work for 30 minutes, a nap yesterday on the couch for 90 minutes and a nap the day before that for like 2 hours....this could be left over from the flu right? I'm going to have some, I hope so. This has also seemed like the longest winter ever. I'm actually looking forward to Spring. I even have my allergy meds stocked up.