Rain Baby

This is from a photo I took many years ago of my daughter. She was just stepping up onto the porch and out of the rain. The photo was not good. It was taken with a film camera and there was no going in later and increasing the exposure or doing anything to bring out her sweet face. Here’s the photo:

So all these years later, I tried brightening her up myself, the old fashioned way, on my iPad Pro. (Well okay, maybe that’s not really old fashioned, but my drawing supplies were in my studio and I was under the weather.) I may go in and tweak her a little more. I still haven’t captured those apple cheeks and beautiful eyes to my satisfaction.

Happy Valentine’s Day

Dear Valentine’s Day,

Why are you my favorite?

Is it the chocolate? The glittery hearts? The sparkling sugar cookies? The little stuffed animals with hearts for eyes? The potential to receive a dozen red roses from a secret admirer? (My husband is not allowed to send me a dozen roses because I will complain that it is a waste of money), (it’s not easy being my husband)).

Valentine’s Day, you are like snow to me. Not only am I no longer a child, but my children are no longer childs, (that was on purpose) and I still get excited when school is cancelled for the day! I just can’t get past that youthful glee!

I remember the afternoon Valentine’s parties in elementary school; cookies and punch and my valentine’s box, covered with pink gingham and plush red velvet hearts on top (thanks, Mom!) I remember how cool it was to get cards from ALL my classmates and some of them were super nifty and came with a Hershey’s kiss or a red lollipop attached.

And thankfully, Valentine’s Day falls in a month where there is a potential for . . . SNOW. Can you just imagine how I feel on a SNOWY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!??? Doesn’t look like it’s going to happen this year, but I’m always hopeful.

Valentine’s Day, you are awesome.

Love,

Tracy

p.s. Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

I Am a Badass

I just received an amazing gift – “You Are a Badass” by Jen Sincero https://jensincero.com/shop/

Along with it, I received a journal to write down my revelations as I discover exactly how much of a badass I am! I cannot recommend the book enough to anyone who wants to create their own unique life and do everything they can to reach their potential. I’m only at Chapter 8 and it has made a big difference.

One of the major things I will be making happen within the next couple of months, is setting up a new website. The new one will invite you all in, not only see my work but actually be able to purchase some of it!!! I am currently working on a logo (note the dragonfly peaking out on the right), and a few designs to sell on Society6 (prints, coffee cups, t-shirts, etc). I also hope to be able to offer, for sale, some of my original oil paintings.

In the meantime, I will keep sharing my work here. See you next Wednesday!

Eye-popping Popeye

     This is a couple of days late because I was on vacation visiting a couple of our kids in Vegas. (Awesome time with them as always). My husband and I spent one day strolling through the casinos and stumbled across this guy at the Wynn. A $28 million dollar sculpture of mirror polished stainless steel by Jeff Koons. I took a photo and worked from that to do what you see above on my iPad in the Procreate app. If anyone would care to send ME $28 million I’d be happy to send you a print! 🙂

A is for Absinthe

     Absinthe: the drink of bohemians.

I’ve always had a fascination with Absinthe. In the mid 90s I saw an episode of Highlander (remember the catchphrase: “in the end there can be only one”) where Duncan MacLeod is sipping a glass of it. The drink immediately went on my mental bucket list. It was beautiful and eerie, and for crying out loud, the Highlander drank it!

The beverage was illegal in this country from 1912 to 2007, so at the time my fascination began, I assumed I was going to have to travel out of the country to give it a try.

It’s often called The Green Fairy or The Green Goddess and was said to have hallucinogenic properties. I want to make clear that I’ve never experimented with, nor wanted to experiment with, hallucinogenic drugs, so why the attraction to Absinthe?

Absinthe was a drink favored by many artists and authors: Van Gogh, Toulouse-Latrec, Gaugin, Hemmingway, Oscar Wilde. Was there magic in the bottle?  Did Absinthe evoke visions that made their creations so much more revered? The drink took on mystical proportions in my mind.

Then, two years ago, I saw a show in Las Vegas called . . . you can probably guess – “Absinthe.” Not only was it the show’s title, but guess what was being served! You probably guessed again. Absinthe! I ordered a drink called a Green Fairy! I was, truthfully, very scared. Here it was in my hand. I was afraid to take the first sip.

The show was set up in a circus-like tent with a small stage in the middle. I was afraid I would pass into a semiconscious state and miss the show. I was then afraid maybe there was no show. Maybe everyone sat in a large circle and hallucinated one.

Below is a photo of me with not only my Green Fairy in one hand, but someone else’s absinthe drink in the other (probably my step-daughter who was photographing this momentous occasion for me).

     I sipped very slowly and remember the show quite well. (Or at least I think I do). It was fantastic! But, because this absinthe drink was served in a plastic cup, after the show we went in search of a more authentic absinthe experience. It led to a couple of other nice, dark and cozy pubs, but no one had this thing:

   This is an image I found online. A beautiful container that drips water over a sugar cube and into a glass of the beautiful green liquid causing it to turn cloudy. Right there is a magical experience in itself.

     In the 90s it began being served with an alcohol-soaked sugar cube on fire (I admit it looks pretty in my painting above). That was how my second-ever shot of absinthe was served to me in a dark, medieval-looking pub.

     I did a little reading on the subject before I wrote this and read that absinthe has no more hallucinogenic properties than other alcoholic beverages. It is simply a very strong drink (tasting of anise) and people tend to drink too much of it. (Not me. I was so nervous I would hallucinate I only had two drinks over a period of 5 hours).

     As for the artistic inspiration: the evening, the show, and the pubs afterward did end up sparking an idea for a short story that I am currently working on. Who knows, maybe someday that story will be famous and they can lump my name in beside Van Gogh and Hemmingway as another of the artists inspired by the Green Fairy.

Nothing will make you feel better except –

First, Welcome back to my Wednesday blog!

Second, I like collecting quotes and these little words of inspiration (done in Procreate) are ones that pack a big wallop for me. I am trying to keep them at the front of my mind for the new year. I have this little piece printed out and hanging over my computer.

Third, one of the things on my goal list for 2018 is to write more. And who better to share those writings with than you? The following is a short bit for a writing prompt: What I remember about my first trip to the hospital: 

PineSol and Ipecac

    

    The morning had started nicely enough. I was probably four years old. I woke up before my parents and did whatever it is that four-year-olds do in the bathroom, in the morning, by themselves. The highlight of my daily, morning routine was the consumption of a Flintstone vitamin. This particular morning, my mom, the usual administrator, was still in bed and I was apparently feeling like a big girl. Admiring my big-girl self in the mirror, I popped one in, (let’s say it was a green Flintmobile), and watched in delight as my tongue turned green. WOWZA! I popped another one in, (most likely a purple Wilma). This was fun!

     I have no recollection of how many shades of color I explored before there came a knock at my kitchen door. My friend Patty had come over to play.

     “Come in here, Patty! You’ve got to see this!”

     In no time, we polished off the entire Flintstone cast, and went outside to do whatever it is four-year-olds do in the backyard, in the morning, with no parental supervision. 

     Before long my mother came tearing out the back door. 

     “Tracy!” (I can still hear the panic in her voice.) “Did you eat all of these vitamins?!”

     Well, actually I had help, but I was socially developed enough to understand that a person didn’t rat out their friend.

     I was immediately whisked off to the emergency room where I sat waiting to regurgitate vitamins that would have most likely just made me extra healthy, and learning to hate the smell of PineSol.

     If you’re wondering about Patty, I haven’t seen her for years. I hear she became a superhero.

Here’s a quickie bonus illustration. I googled Flintstone vitamins 1970 (there, now you know I was alive and four in 1970) and this is the bottle I would have emptied.

Christmas Trees

Hi there!
I have missed you all!
I set a little challenge for myself to post a Christmas tree design on Instagram every day until Christmas. (Starting on December 15). Here are the first four. It’s been nice to exercise my drawing muscles and just play a little. Please, stop back by on Christmas Eve. I hope to have 6 more of these little sweethearts done. Some of these may lead to more official Christmas card designs for next year.

I took a break from my art in November for two reasons. First, I wanted to focus a bit more on my writing for a while. I added 11,000 words to a middle grade chapter book I’m working on. Yay! I also joined a writing group with some lovely people who will make writing a lot less lonely.

Second, my studio was torn up while my husband helped give it a face lift. It is now my happy place!!! I am all set up for the new year!

The Problem with Improving

     Sometimes I feel like Sisyphus rolling a rock uphill for the rest of my life. I do a piece of art, or a page spread as the case may be. I feel like I’ve done my best and I move on. Then, one day I have another look and see all kinds of ways that my illustration could be improved. Where does it end?!

Above is a new version, I’m working on, of a specific page spread that I hope is evolving in a positive direction.

   Here’s the first rough version done almost 3 years ago:

It was done as a small acrylic 5.5″ x 8.5″

I decided I wanted to do a polished version, the way I imagined it would look published.

Here’s that one, done over 2 years ago:

Now, discontent, I’ve pulled this apart and I currently have what you see at the top of the page. I’m looking for a sense of more energy and chaos.

Still a long way to go. Didn’t I just have that rock pushed up to the top of the mountain?

     Today begins November also known as NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). I’ve pulled out a chapter book that I got a good start on this summer and then put away a few months ago. I’ve set a goal of 10,000 new words by the end of the month. Inktober was fun but November goes further in helping me focus on my stories.

         I’m happy to say that I’ve done very well with my goal of posting a blog every Wednesday this year. From now to the end of the year, however, I may not be posting that much. I want to concentrate on my writing, work out new illustration ideas for “Serenity” (the above story) and of course . . . enjoy the holidays. I’ll continue to post, but the entries may be fewer and more random. I can assure you that one of my primary 2018 goals will be posting every Wednesday once again. Thanks so much for stopping by!