This being Friday...

an apropos quote (makes me laugh!) and some of my calligraphy practice:

Written with an inexpensive Sheaffer calligraphy fountain pen, M nib, Sheaffer blue ink.

Three little words...

that I like to keep in mind:

Noodler's Apache Sunset ink surrounded by black.

A safe squirrel

...for Remy.  Thank goodness he isn't able to get hold of the live squirrels that visit the back yard; the two-squeaker, soft toy version will do instead!

I think this is for me...yeah!

Mom thinks I look so sweet when I do this...

 

 

But this is more fun!

For a dog, there's no time like the Present :-)

Remy inspired this little sketch. I was in my studio working away - going back and forth between a couple of mixed media pieces; my how time flies!
I heard a big s-i-g-h...Remy was sitting, giving me that look - the one that says, "I need some attention; let's go outside, PLAY, have some fun!...now, please".
How could I not?

Time to take a break!

Are you ready for more "flowers"?

Planet-ary flowers inspired by all the bloomin' activity I see everywhere :-)

More "Planet-ary" flowers

Amuse

in a different color combination than I normally use:

Colors...hm-m-m-m?

Waiting for paint to dry...literally

and here are some pictures :-)

Abstract start/mixed media 1

Abstract start/mixed media 2

So many possibilities just waiting to happen!

Good word for a Monday :-)

Put some energy into Monday with this bit of word art:

A word I don't hear very often but is really cute!

Isn't this a funny one?

Another paint daub critter:

Wacky or in a tizzy?

Black dog

a happy little guy.

This little fur ball makes me smile!

Tiny is fascinating.

The first canvas I ever stretched was six feet square. Over the years I have worked on quite a few paintings at that scale; it’s incredibly freeing - physical, full of action, accidents and discovery. I love it.

But on the other hand, there is the intimacy of small. Working in a controlled way, but not so much that there is no life left. I did some simple "drawings" on one-inch square pieces of card stock; here’s one:

So much fun watching my dog at play.

And another:

Not surprisingly, "dog-themed" :-)

About the size of a postage stamp - they are easily misplaced! You can probably guess how I know that.

It's still growing...

my dish garden, that is. I put it together a few months ago and the plants still appear to be pretty happy.

Dish garden.

Here's a close up.

I can almost hear a babbling brook...

I have some favorite words...

and this is one of them:

And also this one:

The appeal? Letter combinations, connotations, denotations perhaps the context in which I first heard the word.

With the wet...

come the flowers. A lot of rain the past few days. Hail yesterday morning - unusual.
Remy and I were on walkies and we spied a bit of color. This:

Time to investigate:

Remy really put his nose into it:

Okay, so he probably wasn't checking out the blossoms exactly :-)

Young Golden.

I was thinking about Remy when he was a young pup - not a baby, but that fleeting period where I could see the promise of what he would look like as an adult. However, he still had those big paws that he had yet to grow into and the occasional wayward movements of the young who are trying to get used to their ever changing, growing limbs! Adorable.
This is a sketch of another young Golden at that age:

Does he know he is adorable?

A few strokes...

of watercolor, ink and gesso and a little dog is born :-)

Little dog critter

I remember...

my first dance recital. I was eight years old. The night of the performance was so very, very exciting - the height of the stage, the lights, the energy and somewhere out there...the audience. It's an odd sensation - feeling the presence of so many people but not seeing anything past the footlights. But I loved it :-)

Put on your dancin' shoes.

A quick sketch

that somehow turned into something more for me...

"Missing You"

The weekend will be here

and it just might be

I like the look of the British spelling with the two "l's".

The happy squirrel

Remy has a new squirrel toy, the one with sixteen (!) squeakers.

Modeled on a flying squirrel perhaps?

It's his second one; his first squirrel has one remaining working squeaker and alas, Remy performed Golden retriever surgery on its head and other parts. Sad to say, it's quite a mess. The following photo is not for the faint of heart:

Gruesome, huh.

But now Remy's happy and his new squirrel looks pretty happy, too, don't you think? :-)

Smile.

An unplanned stop

I had planned to continue working on this piece but something said, "Stop", so I did.

More Planet flora

Close up: