Live, Draw, Paint

Up until after midnight, I still had that feeling inside that I had to draw something.  This girl emerged.  One mouth wasn't enough for ...

I love the entire nude I drew here, but jeepers creepers, I hesitate to post the entire thing (even though it's simply art) because even...

About a month ago, I was re-watching the HBO Documentary, "Banksy Does New York" in which the elusive British street/graffiti arti...

Here's an experiment of combining drawing styles, using cutouts, and different media à la Jonathan Twingley from Danny Gregory 's an...

Carla felt like such a yoga loser.  While everyone else was doing complex poses, she couldn't even complete a Fists Forward Bend.  She d...

A friend of mine, who frequently changes her glasses, recently acquired a funky red pair.  I thought I'd pay tribute to them in this pie...

Decisions, Decisions - French Fries or Onion Rings? Seriously, don't underestimate this never-ending conflict! Acrylic, Ink, ...

Just like Annie Lennox's performance of "I Put A Spell On You" at the 2015 Grammy's , I am MESMERIZED by this incredible, ...

I've always loved the beauty of Rudolph Nureyev and Mikhail Baryshnikov, those Russian ballet dancers capable of unimaginable feats of g...

Our Magnolia tree is blossoming.  I sat outside Saturday afternoon before that David Lindley concert that I posted about yesterday, and soa...

Last night Kman and I saw multi-instrumentalist (at least 16) David Lindley play.  My hub said, "You know, you think you see someone pl...

Oh, my poor blog.  I have been away for quite awhile...  Life events and being sick on and off for several weeks had depleted my energy and ...

As bunnies start to profusely propagate with the approach of Easter, keep in mind the following great man of jazz (and trumpet), Bunny Berig...

I'm finding myself involved in too many things.  This situation happens to me frequently.  I'm interested in this, I'm intereste...

Gide felt anger rising within him until his muscles flexed and sweat droplets quivered in ferocity.  How dare those new hotel guests invade ...

It was spring so Myrna decided to take her bike and her floppy straw hat out for a ride.

Deaglan was feeling a little low on this St. Patrick's Day, missing his homeland a little more keenly than usual.  He felt his face fold...

Back at the end of 2010 and the beginning of 2011, I was in quite a deep state of sadness.  A growing unrest and unhappiness had been buildi...

My co-worker was talking to me the other day, and I decided to draw her eye.  I can't stop myself from drawing when the moment hits, so ...