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Sleepy Sundays: Quieter

That first image was designed with your fears in mind and is a stark contrast from the ideas behind the second design. If you were to tilt your head to the side and imagine yourself underneath a row of trees this would likely be your perspective, should you happen to be in some woodsy area in the fall. The parallel set of trees are stretched and blurred just slightly out of your view. As if your vision is hazy and foggy for some reason. Skewed is an early concept for a set design.


The second is much simpler. This weekend I longed for quieter moments while dealing with a chaotic week. My niece has been heavy on my mind since both she and my sister are in Irma’s path. (I’m way further north, so I worry for them since I’m so far.) Yesterday morning she insisted she’s safe. Quieter was made for and inspired by my niece and will be used for greeting cards and other prints.

What are your quiet places? Do you have any? How do you stay calm during a storm?

Have a peaceful Sunday!

Other Random Writing

A Lonely Diner

Life is full of surprises. At least that’s what my strange existence on this Earth has taught me. Just the other day, I had an offbeat thought. It involved myself, an empty diner, some coffee, and a bit of loneliness.

Of all the lovely things on this planet of ours, how could I continue to see things so black and dreary? Well, it could be all the madness that has been 2012. It may be a mind bruised and abused one too many times. Although, somehow it’s most likely..this is just me.

People have tried to change it over the years. Hell, even I have. After all the arguing and the struggling, we figure “What’s the use?”. This is just me. Some people are just built this way. Most would tell you our creative minds are better for it. Although sometimes you may hate us..for stating..well the truth as we see it..this is just how we are.

So, I envisioned myself the other day. Alone, in a quiet, empty diner. Pleasantly decorated and clean, but lonely…echoing with emptiness. Only employees bustling about; tidying up. Plates and silverware clanging as they moved them. I’m sitting there sipping a coffee, not ordering any food. Observing things, as I tend to do. The door would swing open, cold air came in, but it was only a delivery man. No one to converse with. No one to share a meal with. Just emptiness.
Mmm Coffee edit/Lonely Diner

This is not reality. Just another one of my odd visions or thoughts that usually help stir inspiration for my fictional writing. However, it got me thinking. Even though my life is quite the opposite of that scenario, that feeling can sometimes swirl around and rear its ugly face.

With the holidays coming to a close, a lot of chores to be done, and a new year rolling in, I’ve neglected what’s been important here. Sharing a voice with you.

There is my soul-baring for the year. My confession, if you will. Take it for what it is. Love me or leave me. Do try to also remember my brighter side. 😉 After all, this is just me. & There are many lonely diners in life.