me oh my

Started work on my second screen printing project.  So very tasty.  A good start for a long love affair between myself and the squeegee. (2011 calendar is shown above)

I also headed back to the ol' Saint Francis today to start some preliminary painting studies with Justin Miller before I jump into the grad program this spring.  It was really great--the only thing I remember from my undergrad painting class is how to stretch a canvas.  However, I'm not really sure if we were taught much else...I don't really remember.  Being there made me feel old and fat.  Hah! All those young hip art students.

There's a lot coming up in the next few months...two collaboration shows in October, two IHE events in October, Artlink Regional is due soon, a show with Paul @ the Firefly in December, plus the holiday feeding frenzy.  At least six of my friends are either getting married or poppin' out babies by November.  Madness.

xoxo

salivating with pavlov's puppies

Some illustrations for The Green Dog on state street.

where the heck did the summer go it's still hot outside

It's late and I am wondering why I am still awake and dreading the five a.m. wake up call.  Even though waking up early is a nice thing to do for yourself.

I got a commission from a local eco-friendly pet supply called Green Dog for wholesale magnets and cards.  I never knew there were so many different breeds of dogs, and all from a single wolf. So weird. Here are a few drawings I'm doing to get my mind and fingers in dog and cat mode.

Pugs have got to be the weirdest things ever. They can't breathe or give birth without surgery via a human.

And I am pretty much a dog person now. Since Zeus has come into my life I have learned to be a pack leader, let go of (ie empowered) Ezra a bit by encouraging him to defend his own peanut butter sandwich, quit smoking/started taking three walks a day, and finally understood what it means to be a follower and the needs of a follower.

Here is the devil himself.
I am deeply devoted to my child and now my dog, yet I still wonder if I was ever meant to interact with other living creatures and if I will ever figure out how to be at peace outside of my work.  To live is to suffer, unless you're a dog.







This makes me salivate. Ready to go!

military wife