On the way to work

I have three routes to work. The route that passes by this mural is my favorite.

It's just a classical mural with beautiful colors, painted in a shopping center that is otherwise pretty dull. I love that it is painted on the side of a laundromat, where  you can see everyone, even at 7am, doing their laundry.

Tip of the Iceberg

I love when new pieces start popping up and demanding my time. 

Domestic projects

I am currently in the stages of sanding down a lovely little end table I picked up for about $2. I totally spaced out on making it a before and after or even a tutorial, but pictures of the completed project will  come soon.

This little GE clock is a proud favorite. I picked him up at an antique store hoping to simply rewire him, but when I opened it up to examine the damage it looked fried. So I decided to just convert it to a battery operated gearing system instead. I found a cheap zoloft wall clock at the thrift store for replacement parts. Now we have a gorgeous wall clock for the kitchen and it uses less energy.

Work afforded a day trip to San Francisco last week to pick up some art in the dogpatch area. When we saw this we both jumped out of our seats

I had to jump out of the truck and dash into the yard for a better glimpse.

This second guy offered to take off his shirt for my photo.

Driving home through springtime CA.

I am so in love with this.


Also this bike blog is one of my new daily reads.

At one point in time...

Last week Z. said, " You haven't cried in awhile."
I've been thinking a lot lately about the emotional highs and lows that I used to experience.
 At one time a large majority of my artwork was fueled by those intense emotional  sensations and personal dramas.
And now I don't know where they went.
Everything seems OK and calm and content and fine and settled.
It's like all that intense emotion has just subdued it's color to creams, greys and dusty blue fog.

I do still cry, by heartfelt words, by hugs with perfect timing, movies, well written chapters, certain works of art, but these seem like perfectly normal kinds of stirrings.
 It seems like my 30's are going to be this way.
Cool  and collected.
Hand sewn skirts, bike to work, wind in my face, thrift store bouts, packages to friends, afternoon naps, records on deck, quiet nights with the pencils and inks, stacks of good reads and sunny windows.

For a brief moment the poppies, lupines and wildflowers sprout up along the freeways.

Lots of playing and noodling.

I just discovered that the asian market up the street sells large sheets of rice paper and  honeycombs ready to be melted into bees wax. I am so excited to play with new materials.