Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Be Thou my Resting

We buried my mother today under a blue spruce in a little mountainside cemetery. Her physical remains are forever beside my fathers in this quiet scenic place. I trust that her soul is now resting in holy happiness joining dad in peaceful worship of the Lord they served all their lives.

Friday, March 27, 2015

a brand new tiny little life

I often do these quick sketches on my Sketchbook for Samsung phone app because I can save and post to my blog so easily. Sometimes I don't have watercolor, sketchbook paper or anything else handy but I can sit in the corner with my phone looking like I am absorbed in facebook or something.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015


“There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.”
― William ShakespeareOthello

Mother, Grandmother, Doula and Artist sketching while attending the birth of my third grandchild.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Marching days

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.”
― Charles DickensGreat Expectations

I thought that I could put my snow boots in the far corner of the closet and not need them again this year. We had sunshine and songbirds last week!

It is snowing today, great big heavy chrysanthemum flower shaped flakes. Put on the old boots and get out there to shovel again. 
These tiny winter Aconites from last week are smothered with 5 inches of cold white winter.
Both of these sketches were created with my Sketchbook app on my Samsung phone. I lost the stylus a day ago so I finished the aconite sketch using my fingers. It got a bit heavy and lost some nuances. Here is another version. Found my stylus today and drew these old snow boots.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

celebrate the day

Join me in a toast to life! Today my third grandchild is born.

tiny little new life

True spring green is not showing itself yet. Mounds of disgusting blackened snow are still hulking here and there.
So far the only spring flowers I have found are these teeny tiny breaths of yellow in the grass. Bright yellow Winter Aconite which come from miniature bulbs that I must have planted ages ago spreading across our lawn. These appear long before the crocuses or daffodils or best of all, dandelions.
In our household we are also waiting breathlessly for the appearance of another tiny new life. A baby! His due date was Friday the Vernal Equinox of Spring but he is ignoring that timetable made up by grown-ups.
This bunch of Winter Aconite is so tiny it would fit in a newborn baby's palm


Yesterday was the Vernal Equinox. Words are so lovely. I love the words "vernal" meaning spring, and the word "equinox" meaning day and night are of the same duration.
Above is a watercolor of my favorite spring flowers, blue irises.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

A Father's Love

The Lord is compassionate and merciful;
he is patient and demonstrates great loyal love.
He does not always accuse,
and does not stay angry.
10 He does not deal with us as our sins deserve;
he does not repay us as our misdeeds deserve.
11 For as the skies are high above the earth,
so his loyal love towers over his faithful followers.
12 As far as the eastern horizon is from the west,
so he removes the guilt of our rebellious actions from us.
13 As a father has compassion on his children,
so the Lord has compassion on his faithful followers.
14 For he knows what we are made of;
he realizes we are made of dust.
15 A person’s life is like grass.
Like a flower in the field it flourishes,
16 but when the hot wind blows by, it disappears,
and one can no longer even spot the place where it once grew.
17 But the Lord continually shows loyal love to his faithful followers,
and is faithful to their descendants,
18 to those who keep his covenant,
who are careful to obey his commands.
19 The Lord has established his throne in heaven;
his kingdom extends over everything.

Psalm 103:8-19 (our Scripture reading on Ash Wednesday)

This little painting is another one of those unfinished bits that I began and stopped because of the many distractions in life. It is a sketch of my husband and our firstborn son. Maybe now that he is grown, I can finally finish it. When the Scripture lesson was read on Ash Wednesday, this image flashed into mind. oil on canvas 9x12