This Sunday as we crept back into our old timeslot,
I decided it best to share two designs with you this weekend instead of just one.
There’s good reason behind it, as I am working on a summer collection.
Hope you are all having a relaxing weekend. From our hearts to yours.
All October long along with my #31Nightmares there will be fall-themed designs like these popping up around CardCastles and in the gallery. (Which is now finally moving here to CardCastles instead of a separate site.)
This one was inspired by (love it or hate it) candy corn! There are some members of my household that love them. Do you?
Behind the scenes, art has become a full-time endeavor. Could I be leaping into the fire? This all feels so creepy and new—and yet shockingly satisfying.
Sometimes I stress over if I’ve made a move too soon or too late. (That’s how I came up with the title for this little funky flower.) Sometimes I stress about any move at all. This is one of the many struggles of living with PTSD, but we’ll touch on that another time. (Or perhaps, another place all-together.)
For now I’d just like to take in this new light along with the new day.
It’s been a while since I posted some music to go along with my art. Today, I have a special treat. Although short, this track can be looped to create ambient sound. This was all produced and recorded exclusively for Snapping Turtle’s one year anniversary. I think it fits perfectly with this scene on display.
Do you like ambient music? Are you a worrier? Do my strange “otherworlds” put you at ease?
A few nights back I had a strange dream. As I laid out the groundwork for this artwork pictured above in my head, I slowly drifted off to sleep. My mind traveled back to a place I hadn’t been in a very long time. Rows upon rows of white wildflowers all dancing simultaneously in the night breeze.
This was an actual early evening once in my life that took place many moons ago when my father was still alive. I faintly remember the sound of the radio softly playing some soothing little tune. She’d been in the doctor’s office building just beneath the hill we stared at, so we waited patiently in the car. My mom always did have a habit of taking forever. She was a friendly chatterbox and had to greet just about everyone.
After waiting for well over an hour, we stepped out to stretch our legs and yawn. I remember the sweet smell of the wild flowers in the air.
The warm, nightly, summer breeze that had been happening that year seemed to kick it all around. My father and I ran through the flowers for a good twenty minutes until my mother appeared.
That small moment in time was one of the happiest moments I had with my father.
That day still replays in my dreams at times and it inspired this artwork.
Happy Father’s Day
to all of the fathers out there, to those who have lost fathers, to those who are new fathers, and those who are fathers of fathers. You are all so special to us.
Early in my teens I remember a time where there were a lot of arguments with family members going on. There were a lot of changes taking place in my life due to deaths in the family and relocation. Being a wanderer, sometimes during all of the arguing, I’d slip away.
I’d often wander outside and go for walks, looking for some place of peace and quiet and calm. I often found it. On one particular morning, this started up once more. The coffee hadn’t even finished brewing and already they were at each other’s throats. So I took a thermos, snuck some coffee and headed out. No one bothered ask where I was going. It was common practice by this time.
I went up to a little hill area I’d found where we had just moved. If you went far enough up the hill, you could see the parts of the city and NY all from this lush forest that seemed worlds away from the bustling city.
It was a calm I hadn’t known before. A calm that became a welcome feeling. It was maybe my first small baby step toward breaking away from all that madness. As I sat there and took in the sounds of November’s rustling leaves being blown through the area, along with a few birds signaling each other for food, I noticed a rhythm.
The sound brought me far away from any troubles, if only just for some small moments in time.
This artwork was fully inspired by that day.
If you could write a song for something, what would it be?