What happens when you take a photo of your finger accidently? You turn it into something other than an accident... the photo of my finger that I took looked like the silhouette of a face... so here are a few characters: Finger Faces!
What might this illustration portray? It's for a blog post again, however, maybe you have an idea of what it means from your own interpretation?
Tonight I found a dragonfly trapped in our garage door light fixture. I heard him/her buzzing around and knew I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if I didn't try to rescue it. So I got up on a ladder and found a way to open it up and it flew out only to go directly toward the light bulbs in the back of the garage. So I scrabbled over and turned all the lights off and I heard its wings buzz loud and the softly away into the dimly lit outdoors. Ah, it was saved!
However, about 30 minutes after I did this, the most torrential downpour—a massive, rain, thunder, and lightening storm—started. So not sure I saved its life. I could have sent it into the wild world of chaotic rain. Here's to hoping he/she made it - a little homage to my dragonfly.
Another Pomegranate Place blog illustration... Not sure if it will be used, but I'll let ya'll know when it gets up on the web. I really like this watercolor, piecing-together style.
Another illustration is up at the Pomegranate Place blog. Take a look at the article. I think I like this "look" and feel for the blog and may be doing some more of these soon.
Photoshop watercolor layers and an idea about windows... hasn't become much... but here is my creation for today.
Plaids and patterns today for the Number 2. The plaid pattern used on a couple of these designs are from Patrick Hoesly on flickr. (Thanks for the ability to use it under the Creative Commons!)
... well actually, any day the world could end or I could die. But it won't be tomorrow, I doubt. But if it is the last day, this will be the last thing I create on earth. A quick Photoshop geometric thingy. This has been a LONG day, and this is all I could muster to create and show here. More tomorrow...
I ran across these poems/prose pieces on my computer that I wrote a while back... and created something with them.
What an indubitable, charming mess you've left here. The possibilities are excruciating beyond belief.
Crushing faded blows, down my soul, down and down
keep dreaming and flood inside my head these
eyes, these hearts, these voices finding me
Incarnadine the color of my heart, tangerine the
color of my soul and bluegrass green
the color of my whole being
I'm drowning in my colors and
they wash, they wash over me
I wonder if you will be ok with what I have to say,
but then again I have to say it,
so it appears there is no choice
I'm finding some enchantment
in this mess I make called life
grace is all that gets me by
