I believe I mentioned I got a scanner for Christmas? Well it’s magical. I spent all Christmas Day scanning my paintings.
I did all the No Man’s Sky landscapes, the No Man’s Sky travel journal, the real world travel journal, and the everyday ink journal. They range from psychedelic interstellar landscapes to my sister’s magical backyard. Stay tuned.
It was chilly last night, 17 F with a biting wind, and the puppy and I went out at 4 am. I stared up into the moon and the dark shapes of trees against a cloudy sky while she pounced on dry plants sticking up from the hard shell of snow.
Suddenly, hundreds of crows flew over the house, so low I could hear their beating wings. For a moment, the puppy and I stood frozen, watching. The crows called to each other. They filled the entire sky above our little yard. And I would’ve missed this if it weren’t for her.
So good riddance to sleep, I’d rather be outside, nose numb, barking my head off at the crow-dark sky.
I got a trio of POSCA markers with extra fine tips; white, and a metallic gold and silver. I wish you could see this in person; how the stars shine, and how the breaking sunlight is catching on Triangle Head and her cat.
The sunrise is coming along. I enjoyed laying the clouds in. They came out almost as I intended. I’m in love with this combo of volcano violet and indigo for the clouds. I added some cadmium red hue around the sun on the second page, and I think I’ll use it to show where the light is falling before I add the next layers.
We’ll get to that next time. All the blades upon blades of grass. The shadowy stone monolith and lush orange-guava ferns and two tall trees, down by the water.
It’s laundry day again, down in the furnace workshop. Everything’s sorted into little heaps and I’m here at the bench drawing the next page of I, Triangle Head while the machines chug away.
It’s that time of year again. Time to look back and look forward while the year winds down. Time to have a tiny little existential crisis and set a bunch of intentions and then just hold on for dear life when nothing goes as planned.
If you like lofi everyday adventures, or psychedelic space adventures, or watercolor travel journals, you will be pleased to learn that you can find all of those things here. This blog also features cats and plants, some real and some imaginary.
Oh and my goal is to publish 3 blog posts per week in 2026. Thanks for stopping by!
Yesterday the temperature rose above freezing for the first time in weeks, and the cat and I spent some time outside, investigating the rows of icicles forming along the new gutters, and the deepening tracks of the rabbit road. The snow was melting in soft, wet heaps, and the cat made nose prints and paw prints while the sun shone out of a clear, blue sky.
We had company last week and through the weekend, which ratcheted both the cozy festivities and my usual holiday stress to new heights. I miss having that full house, but I think we’re all glad that things are back to normal.
Whatever that means.
Company’s coming day after tomorrow and outside it’s still snowing and snowing and snowing. We usually don’t get much til late winter. All bets are off I think.
The cat is over her cold, and we went out for a while this morning to stamp around in the backyard, marking out our pathways, stopping to observe where they intersect with the rabbit road.
They’ve already eaten the raspberries down to the ground.
That’s right reader, thorns and all.
The sketchbook has not been as good for “helping me loosen up” as I had hoped.
I’m not quoting anyone specific but I’m sure someone has said it.
The snow is drifting down again outside, but it’s bright out, the cloud cover is absolute, but thin, so that the sun is visible like a pale yellow lamp in a white haze. It felt warmer today as soon as I woke up. Isn’t it funny how you can feel the colder days, even though the thermostat is just the same?
I’m in sweats and slouchy, knobbly socks again. I’m going to have to shovel at some point but let’s not worry about that right now.
It hasn’t even stopped snowing yet.
I’ve been continuing today in sorting through old paintings, and doing some writing in a pretty new A5 binder I started last week. It’s faux camel suede, with nice KOKUYO loose leaf paper inside, the same setup I’m using for my languishing novel.
The blog needed its own space for notes and ideas and little chunks of prose. And of course I’m indexing it because I’m a freak for organization. Does anyone else write every other page in their binders upside down or is that just me? If you know you know.
Or maybe it really is just me, because so far it’s not really working out.
Come along now while I put some paint to paper, and have a few cups of tea in the furnace workshop. But first stare into that radioactive sky a while. Doesn’t that cloud look like Alaska?
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