Wednesday, July 23, 2014


Many, many years ago I went on a trip to Egypt. It was a grand adventure, I rode a camel, saw the Valley of the Kings and toured the tomb of King Tutankhamen. I bought a beautiful alabaster bowl which sadly broke by the time I got to Greece and a little scarab made of faience that sat in a drawer, neglected.

Last night I made it into a necklace with some odd beads with a bracelet to match.

I haven't really thought much about that trip in years and it's all a jumble of fading memories, sounds and smells, eating watermelon, hot, dry winds, frentic taxi rides, the dusty mummy of a crocodile high on a shelf in a museum. I found this little sketchbook that had a few sketches.

Sometimes it's nice to remember things from a long time ago.



"I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move."

Ulysses ~ Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Friday, May 16, 2014

Old Sketchbooks

I've been going through old sketchbooks and filling the blank pages with new versions of my old drawings.

The flowers on the right were from a beautiful day I spent sketching textiles in the Victoria and Albert Museum in London a very long time ago.   The new doodle is on the left.

Here are some more bits and pieces...

I found this funny bird toy idea that I think is supposed to have articulated parts, where when you pull on the tail the head and feet move... What was I thinking? Note to past self, make notes about the back of the design.

Pen and ink practice

Old sketch on the right, new ornament on the left... 

I like the soft colors on this page. Rather dreamlike, don't you think?

I would love to go back to London just to fill sketchbooks with little lines.  If you could go on a drawing tour anywhere in the world where would tickle your fancy?



 “Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” ~ Pablo Picasso

Monday, May 12, 2014

Ink test

Working on my inking. What do you think, black and white or in color?


“To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, 
is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.” 

~ Kurt Vonnegut

Sunday, May 11, 2014

The Young Author Faire

I had a superfun time yesterday at the Young Author Fair, sitting under an umbrella at the Tustin Library making toys and paper flowers with kids. The one thing I learned was that it is so important for parents to let their kids play with art.

 We made  flowers using two pieces of construction paper and tape, no scissors needed. So pretty, don't you think?

When the kids started to stress that "It wasn't right." I told them that flowers aren't made in a factory. They grow in a all sizes and kinds.

This brave young lady had written a book on bullying. There were lots of other young authors reading their work. It was a great day! 

Thanks to Barnes and Noble, I got to hang out with lots of wonderful folks and finally got meet awesome writer and artist, Salina Yoon. We've been online friends for years and finally got to meet for reals. :-)

I also got a peek at her new picture book, "Found". It is a winner!

I also got to meet the adorable Sheri Fink and read her books. Her positive energy and enthusiasm is contagious.

I'm inspired!



Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.
~ Nora Ephron

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Painting #5

And one more...  the Balboa Pavilion.

 I'm still trying to figure out how to mix blues.

“Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment. ~ Monet

Friday, April 25, 2014

Fourth Little Painting

 “It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.” Henry David Thoreau

This is my fourth little painting. It's a redo of the one below. I wasn't happy with the original composition so I gave it another go.

Last Sunday I painted this. It was Easter Sunday Afternoon and all the parks were packed with picnickers. I finally found a spot to set up and got to work. I'm getting more comfortable with setting up my portable easel, also called a pochade, with all it's knobs and leavers.

I bought a palette knife and want to get better at mixing color. It's like I can see the shade I want in my head but I haven't figured out how to make it yet. Time to pull out one of my old color theory books.

Next stop, a beach painting, or perhaps the back bay. I have six little canvases left.

Happy Weekend! What's on your plate?



 “Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” Pablo Picasso

Saturday, April 19, 2014

Plein Air Painting

 “Painting is a means of self-enlightenment.” ~ John Olsen

We are all about the manias here at Casa Del Aguas. It's good to try new things.  Sometimes we get sucked in before we know it.

My plein air painting mania started a week ago when I went to Michael's with my mom. I picked up a box of oil paints. It was only five bucks. I wondered what it would be like to be one of those artists that goes out to beautiful places and paints nature. Outside. In the Big, Blue Room.

It's been a long time since I've worked with oils and painting outside seemed like a challenge. Somehow the box found its way into the cart, as well as a pack of cheap canvases. Ten canvases, that's a lot of little paintings.

My friend Bob had mentioned at our last studio group meeting that he had a portable easel that he didn't use anymore. (He prefers to draw with a board on his lap) He sold me this gorgeous beechwood easel for $35. It collapses into a compact suitcase. The brass knobs are very steampunk and I had to practice setting it up and taking it down for an hour before I was comfortable with it.

It was great fun outfitting the easel with paper towels, paints, some brushes and a pair of scissors. The inside is like a Japanese bento box, with nice, little compartments to keep everything tidy. I dug out my old brush wash container and filled it with turpentine. My palettes were all gunky so I used a paper plate instead.

After procrastinating for a whole morning, I finally got out the door. What if it didn't turn out? What if the painting was awful? What if the colors didn't go right? What if a million things? My adventure didn't start out well. The park where I'd planned to go was packed. Some big event was going on and every parking place was taken. I drove around for a half an hour before driving to another mesa.

Once I finally got set up the time flew by.

There are a few bits that need tweaking but all in all I'm not disappointed with it. I need to work on a lot of techniques, composition, foreground, middle and distance. Still, it was a delight to try something new and I can't wait to get out and try again.

Wishing you a happy Easter and a beautiful Spring,



“To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.” ~ Kurt Vonnegut