Inktober Day 28 Burn

Burn, as in razor burn, baby!  I put a little bit of color into this one, but it's mostly still ink, black and red in this case.

Early Morning Toe Toucher

I worked on this fellow for quite some time.  I can relate to him!  I am naturally a night owl and if at all possible I'd like to lead my life that way.  Picasso preferred working at night and liked artificial light better than natural light.  Isn't that wild?  There's something so peaceful at night, when you're lost in your own world.

However, my job requires that I am there during the day so I try, try, try to be a good morning person.  If I had my way, as I've written many times before, I would just be Queen of the night! (-;

Acrylic, Oil, Enamel, Ink on Board

Here's a shot of our younger Magnolia tree during Sunday's sunset.  I love those Magnolia trees, dressed in frilly purple and pink, floating on the air.

Frozen Magnolia Morning

An early morning walk proved sparkling and magical after our first Midwestern snow fall.  It may be still be autumn, but it looks like the depth of winter right now.

Rise and Shine

I had a hard, hard time waking up yesterday morning.  Ironically, I started this chiquita the night before, with that almost abstract bed/bed sheet at the bottom and the textured layering at the top.  As I tried to clear my head in the a.m., a time of day which I've never been a fan, I flushed out the expression, played a bit with more layering (not sure you can see that 3D-effect here).  

I did finally wake up later in the day and ended it with some of the most delicious authentic Mexican tacos at a new joint that opened up in the next town.  Mmm.  ¡Muy delicious!  The day unfolded nicely.

At the bottow- Lomo Adobado (marinated pork tenderloin, mango, onion, & cilantro and the two at the top--grilled tilapia tacos with mango pico de gallo at La Michoacana.

Alone in The Blue

I want to be a morning person.  I really do.  But then I find myself up late and then later, a painting beginning to emerge.  And the night is midnight blue and a rain is falling softly, plopping drops into puddles outside my window.  My hand is pulled into movement and my mind is hypnotized by water, by quiet, by the sound of the brush, by a plaintive song playing.  That 5 o'clock rise is drifting further away...then again, I have this.

Alone in the Blue

Sauna Scowler

Gide felt anger rising within him until his muscles flexed and sweat droplets quivered in ferocity.  How dare those new hotel guests invade his early morning sauna?  He threw them his most smoldering of scowls to send them on their way.

Day 330. Mortimer Stopped in the Middle of His Morning Commute

Mortimer stopped dead in his tracks in the middle of his morning commute.  Had he unplugged his coffee pot?  The automatic shutoff feature had stopped working long ago, and he was constantly reminding himself to dislodge its socket from the wall.  Whenever he was sure that he hadn't performed this simple morning ritual, he would run back into the house and find that, why, yes indeed, he in fact had. 

But what if this were the day he hadn't?  He was already descending the train platform on his way to work.  He dreaded the thought of his neoclassic apartment being filled with the smell of burnt, fair-trade roast, but there was nothing he could do.  He would have to leave his fate to luck or luck to fate, as it were. 

"Perhaps I'll parlay my perturbations by stopping by Pottery Barn for a perfumed taper." 

Mortimer smiled briefly at his alliteration skills and then began his worry anew.