The Melting Tree

Should I Just Keep Walking?

soft pastels

also in progress

This is something I'm working on. I'll paint it sometime soon, but I'm trying to get my general ideas on canvas before they go away and i have another one I want to start tonight.

I have my mother's nose. It's the only indication that I belong to her, and it bothers me when i can't draw it accurately. My relationship with my mother is a collision of defense mechanisms, but we will always have those sunday afternoons with fried zuccini, the horrible chick-flicks I sat through with her, and a beautifully flat-tipped nose.

Looking In a Mirror

I have half a mind to leave it as is, I'm going for a contrast between my wild side and my tame side. Screw it, it's only a little after midnight, I'll keep painting.

I love that shade of blue. It's so bright, and it's the only bottle of expensive paint I have!

I can see I'm going to be up all night with this one...

Drawing and eating microwaved meatballs. They gave me a tummy ache. Zoe looked at my canvas and said "mommy that doesn't look like you..." everyone's a critic.

Princess in Shining Armor

It's finally done. This one sais "don't underestimate me." There are no damsels in distress here. I need to do some touch ups around some edges, but this is basically it, a weekend well spent!

Almost done, I'm loving the journey of this painting, I'll be kind of sad when it's over, I've put so much of myself in it. Once I paint the bad guy I'll touch up some edges and be done. I wonder what I'm going to do with it when I'm done

It's almost done. Zoe reminded me that it's time for lunch. It's easy for me to lose myself in what I'm painting and let 2 or 3 hours pass. I've had to pee for like an hour

Here's what I did today. I'm prying myslef away from it to go to the movies with a friend. I'll have to finish it later. I went to Michael's and bought an intense blue. I forgot what it was like to paint with real quality arcrilics. I hope I don't get spoiled because it's ten bucks a tube at least for the good stuff.

I got lost in Richmond and stumbled accross a park with a really cool war memorial. Clearly I had to stop and take pictures.

Just when I thought my last boquet had died...

I am doomed to be swept away by something unpredictable and wild.

I am vulnerable to the chaos that will eventually be my undoing.

I am caught in a storm that has a name

I am loving every minute of it.

And I'm stuck. I'll pick it up later I guess.

old paintings

So I'm posting some of my old paintings. The black and white one is my first attempt at a self portrait when I was about 16. Obviousely I didn't paint the Halo picture, but that picture has always inspired me. The red one i painted long ago when I was feeling hopeful in a bad sittuation.

I finally painted again, I forgot how freeing it is. It's so much more fun to manipulate the paint on a canvas than drawing on a piece of paper. In the spirit of my quest for a self portrait this painting is rare and beautiful as a flower and as dark and wild as a storm.

So I finally blog

So I'm hoping this will be a more efficient way to share my photos and art without the drama of facebook.

I'm working on self portraits. It turns out my hands don't really know what I look like. Ofcourse it's possible that I am out of practice, or I haven't spent 3+ days on any single self portrait yet. My best stuff has taken multiple days.

So I picked up some cheep painting supplies at Wal Mart today. I can't wait to dig into that again. I stopped in the middle of painting myself as Frankenstien's monster 8 years ago, and haven't picked up a paint brush since. Here's to renewing former passions!