This is a watercolor I did of the master, Pablo Picasso sporting a real picasso bug on his lapel collar. When I discovered that there is a real bug by that name living in Africa, I could not resist painting him. You can find him here
Second gentleman of the United States. His name is Doug Emhoff and of course he is married to the first female vice president of the United States. So he’s a first second or a second first, depending on how you think of it. I thought the whole thing is kind of funny. The acronym is really awkward and I had to look at it a few times to make sure I was spelling it correctly.
This is a watercolor of a little town in the southwest and I like the old car on the street. I’m
not making any kind of statement here except that there is always a first for everything and in the U.S. there are small towns as well as big cities. I wonder if making Washington D.C. the 51st state will happen. That would be another first. Of course, the U.S. could come crashing down and that would be an ending and also another first. Hope it all goes well for him anyway. He seems a little shy, unlike his wife.
here’s the link to see it on stuff http://www.teepublic.com/t-shirt/19027596-sgotus-americas-1st-spouse-of-1st-woman-vice-pres
This is a story of a woman who is elevated to another existence by geese who save her life through love and by chance. They hold her up to relieve her pain and to fly her to her new home through a break in the clouds.
I am still working on the story and I will link it soon.
I have walked these beat up cobblestone streets for almost 2 years now. As I have stated before, it is safest to look down when walking. It’s pretty easy to get snagged on a loose or projected cobblestone and fall on your butt, or on your side, or head first. If it happens and you are walking fast, you could go flying. If it happens slowly, you stand a chance.
My eyes wander as I walk and look down and that brings back memories of walking on the beach when I was a kid and searching for anything living that was beautiful that I could take home. Where the heck does that come from? I do remember the shock taking home starfish. I soon found out they dried up, smelled pretty bad and rotted away. How come I didn’t know they were dead when I collected them? Of course I should have known there was a difference between dead ones on the sand and low surf and live ones clinging to rocks that I could not pry away without a crowbar. It’s called an early education I guess. That’s life when you are nine.
So here we go with angels flying around tempting me with stories and events that happened, never happened, or could possibly have happened. When they are building something here in Mexico, such as houses or apartments, and since just about everything construction-wise is done by hand, the process is slow, very slow. I’ve only seen one or two backhoes since I’ve been here, There are big dump trucks with sand running around all the time. There are also big trucks with rocks: big rocks. I hold my breath every time I see them flying down the Libramiento, going way too fast. I pray they will slow down and I pray they don’t lose their brakes. It has happened and a few of these big babies have landed across the caraterra right into the walmart parking lot.
I often wonder where all the rocks came from. If you go up to the mountains you can really see the land formations and it’s all about big tan, yellow and sometimes red rocks. They are sharp and not worn down. It looks like a giant’s fun puzzle that once was something…but now just busted pieces of history we don’t know anything about. I was told this whole area is rock. We are surrounded by remains of the days when Mt. Garcia used to spew lava for a long time. I can just see the earth stretching up and cracking and groaning while it spit out lava and swallowed living things who got caught in its way.
When the trucks tear up the narrow cobblestone streets, they also smash anything left unprotected in their path. Ha ha God has ordained me to pick up these pieces of wire which at one time were a part of something and are now smashed flat by being ground and flattened by all the construction traffic. Every damned one is different so of course my hands are attracted to them like a magnet, and I just have to pick them up. They have personalities, just like people.
The above photo shows the newest collection and the very beginnings. The last photo is the latest and believe it or not, these smashed wires have not lost their quality . The new ones are just as good as the old ones. When time allows, I will make them into mobiles, or film their shadows as they slowly turn from my ceiling.
Here’s some new ones. Feast your little eyes and just imagine how they look like animals, other things, and of course, people.
This new drawing and is part of a new way of working for me. I am in the process of writing a story and want it illustrate it. It takes place in California under a big live oak tree. There are animal characters that will be placed under this tree. The big difference about this drawing is that it is completely digital. I am still pretty overwhelmed with the digital process because I am doing everything from scratch. I am working on my Wacom Cintiq every day, and every day the environment gets a little easier.
By far the layers and brushes successfully keep me somewhat mystified and even though I am not new to photoshop, I am new to the amazing number of choices I have to work with on the Cintiq. The tablet is still huge at 24″ and I am slow because I have to process the thoughts of how and where to find things on the interface. Which of the new brushes do I use and deciding which colors. Nothing is coming quickly and easily. But today I feel I successfully captured the light of the California landscape here.
So at the end of today’s session, I merged all my layers into this one piece. The next time I will add a new layer and that will be the beginning of the animals that I will be placing in the landscape. I don’t know how I will figure out how to capture the specific point of view I am looking for. But for now, I am happy.
Painting Mexico 
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