Tag: Sketch
Sketching in Church
Tool cheap Bic stick pen.
Today’s Muse, Molly and the Cough Drop Diet
Muse: A source of inspiration and a guiding spirit.
Today’s Muse is my friend Molly.
You can find us sketching together if we are doing something with her brother Dante and her parents.
She sometimes borrows my sketchbook so I can have some of her artwork with mine.
With my lymphedema and having to wear a compression glove on my drawing hand I’ve had to learn a new way of sketching and Molly has encouraged me to work on it again.
Today she gave me another inspiration for trying to lose a little weight! She told me she had only a cough drop for breakfast. I asked her if that’s how come she was so skinny and she said yes! Yay the cough drop for breakfast diet.
I’ll keep you posted on our sketching and if the cough drop diet really works. The only problem is is we both like hamburgers, onion rings and french fries too. I don’t know if we can stick with the cough drop diet…
Sketching in Church
Sketching with a Pilot G2 pen from my purse.
Sketching in Church
Drawing tool? Inexpensive Pentel stick pen from the pew in front of me✍🏼
Letter to Donald Trump
Dear President-Elect Trump:
Congratulations! You are now our president and possibly the most powerful person on the planet.
Your responsibility as a role model for people around the world, especially our young people and children, is immense.
You are a compelling leader. The world finds you fascinating. You have a once-in-a-lifetime and unique opportunity to influence billions of people.
We are all watching you with hope.
Who are you?
My wish list for inspiring the world to be a better place:
- Inspiration
- Empathy
- Optimism
- Accountability
- Honesty
- Courtesy
- Respect
- Passion
Good luck in the next four years.
Sketching in Church
The Dream Maker, Part Three
The theft of the rattle was disturbing. The only item stolen from the studio. Trying to distract herself from this mystery Mary Lou did some research on rattles.
Discovered at archaeological sites throughout the world there was plenty to learn.
Music, healing rituals, spiritual journeys, the supernatural, and simply a child’s toy.
Ceremonial, sacred, magical, powerful, and simply soothing.
Her dreams included the peaceful vibrations of the different rattles she had studied and now created in her dreams. Wooden rattles carved with love, gourds painted and decorated with leather and feathers, and the clay rattles of all shapes and engravings. Rattles filled with rocks, seeds, grains, shells and clay pellets. A sighing haaaa as her breath entered each rattle before it was sealed.
This tube rattle had crossed over from her dream world. Almost alive it seemed to ache to be put to work. Most rattles had a noble job. She wondered at its purpose.
Today’s Muse
Muse: A source of inspiration and a guiding spirit.
Today’s muse is the older man standing in line in front of me at the grocery store and wherever his thoughts were taking him. With a look of annoyance he was rearranging the magazines.
Here is my story:
Wilbur let the frown take over as he straightened out the magazine rack. The customers before him obviously didn’t have any respect for something they weren’t going to buy. Magazines in the wrong slots. Magazines shoved in slots sideways and bent. Sheesh.
When him and Sammy read the comic magazines at the Super Drug they respected the opportunity to read for free and Sammy especially loved to organize and straighten the comics in the rack after the other kids scrambled it. Wilbur especially loved Sammy, his little brother and best friend.
Mr. Albert, the pharmacist, sometimes gave Sammy a dog eared comic or two as “payment” for keeping the rack organized. Wilbur smiled as he straighted out the last People magazine and slid it into its slot.
My hero and today’s muse, Wilbur and his brother Sammy.
Kyle meets The Flash, page four.
Barry Allen aka The Flash kept me on my ass, his piercing gaze daring me to move.
To proud to look away I met his stare and fell into the mystery realm, Calalus. A castle on a hill.
In a dizzy “Where’s Waldo” moment I realized there were three flying machines hidden in my vision….
And the Silverbell artifacts? I needed to see these in person. Discovered in 1924, right here in Arizona…, pictures drawn by some wannabe sanseilife archeologist artist would not suffice.
Might I be destined to save the universe? I would need help and I knew there was help in Calalus.
Still on my ass I realized I was headed for a great adventure.
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