3 x 5″ ink on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
One would hardly know
The difference
Between this thing
Whose purrs rumble and shake the floor
And the mat upon which we wipe our feet
Until the yowls inform us
That shook the the floor
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
I’d decided awhile ago that it might be fun to make some Valentines cards. Typically I wait until the week of Valentines Day to start creating, because that is typically about the time I start thinking about it. But the boyfriend has kindly reminded me that it might be wise to start these sorts of things sooner. Apparently some people actually get a gift prior to the day before Valentines Day, and so I might want to be prepared. Yesterday, I decided it was time to follow through on his advice.
My aim was to create cards that were a bit off the beaten path and to also have fun with the things. I feel like I achieved both goals. The lettering isn’t perfect, but somehow that doesn’t bother me at all. It lets you know the cards were hand-crafted. I also like that the imagery and messaging runs from slightly sappy to funny.
If you’re in need of a Valentines card, I’m going to make prints of the designs and sell the cards in my studio and on Etsy. (If you’re near by and want to buy a few, contact me so we can avoid shipping costs). Enjoy!
3 x 5″ ink on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
There they were. A small herd (if seven or eight counts as a herd) of cows. They weren’t on the open range. They weren’t even pinned up in some corral. Instead, these cows were riding in the back of a horse trailer. The cows seemed perfectly content and at ease – happy even – which made me smile. One cow would poke it’s head through a section of the trailer while another would push it aside and then poke its head through. Another rubbed its ears against a side post. None of the cows seemed to be mooing in fear. It seemed as if they were simply enjoying a perfectly gorgeous Saturday afternoon drive around town. The whole scene made me laugh. Until I remembered where I was. I knew better than to think these cows had a happy fate ahead of them. There is little to no hope for a cow growing up in Colorado. Enjoy it while it lasts adorable little bovine, I thought to myself.
3 x 5″ ink on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
“Did you leave a drip?”
“Do we need a drip?”
“Do we need two drips?”
“Do you hear that drip?”
Drips, it turns out, are a big part of our lives these days. A strange statement I know, but all too true. As temperatures have dropped below zero over the last few weeks it has been a necessary precaution to leave a drip running in the sinks of Gertie, our RV/house. When these initial cold temps hit, we sometimes forgot the drip and woke up to frozen pipes.
For the most part drips are a sweet sound that indicate good things. That is unless the drip is heard outside. Then things turn a bit more sour. An outside drip, as we recently discovered, indicates a broken pipe.
The adventures never cease!
3 x 5″ ink on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
He couldn’t deny the truth of the statement, and frankly he saw no reason he should. Tall and green, strong, a bit awkward perhaps, but always up for a good laugh. Feeling anything other than proud of the label seemed ludicrous.
3 x 5″ ink on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
There are days when, for no particular reason, I feel on top of the world. Maybe the way the sun shines that day does it to me. Or perhaps it’s waking up to a smiling face and a drooling cat. Or maybe it’s coming out of a lovely dream that I no longer remember. Whatever it might be, on these wonderful days, I am certain there is no wrong in the world.
3 x 5″ ink on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
In a far off universe
I’m certain a lovely place exists
That drifts quietly in the night sky
Beneath the shelter of boughs which billow above
3 x 5″ ink on paper
Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days
Vines
Twisting and winding
Upward
Jack’s ladder to the sky
3 x 5″ ink on paper
As I was drawing yesterday, a poinsettia-like plant began to appear. I’m feeling inspired by the fun of winter and the holidays. I love this time of year. The light, the he winter cold, the time to spend with family – all fabulous.
Last night, we slept in the RV with no heat (it was 26 degrees out and we had a slight propane issue – long story). It was frigid to begin with, but luckily, we had multiple blankets and sleeping bags, as well as Box the cat to keep us warm, so we stayed nice and cozy. But it got me thinking that there are a lot of people out there who don’t have it so great on cold winter nights. The experience reminds me to be extra thankful for the people and the things in my life.
6.25 x 10.25 Ink on paper
He recognized long ago that he wasn’t like the others. Physically, he didn’t belong. His stubby antlers never reached a length of more than a few inches. And he honestly didn’t care for foraging or trudging through four feet of snow in the dead of winter.
Not handsome by nature’s standards – that required a six point rack at the least – but sharp as a tack. Numbers were his thing.
So he packed his bags and made his way to the city. Wall Street specifically – where a fine suit and silk tie trumped antlers hands down, and numbers were the name of the game.
Micah Richardson 