Day 215: It All Comes Together

Day 215: It All Comes Together

Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days

Don’t you love those times when things somehow end up working themselves out and come together in perfect harmony? Yesterday happened to be one of those days for me. Here are a few highlights from a great day:

1. I got a ton done for an art sale I’m taking part in this weekend. This includes making appetizers for the event. Normally I would overestimate my time, proceed to run out of time, and end up with a lame something or another. Instead, I ended up with stuffed figs – fancy, I know.

2. I interviewed and was given the go ahead for studio space at Poudre Studio Artists. This is HUGE news as I now have a place to work again!

Side note: Because I have a place to work, I will no longer be hanging out at the KOA during the day. This is a plus and a minus: Really have come to enjoy some of the KOA folks, especially employee Bob; and hanging out with Box the cat. But there is also a creepy guy there who I’ll be happy to avoid.

3. Had an awesome date day breakfast with the boyfriend at Ever Open Cafe (hours of operation 6am – 10pm) AND got to enjoy a few beers with him after work (courtesy of the boyfriend)

Yep, all in all a pretty sweet day and this little drawing is my expression of it.

Arting for 365 Day 211: Freeze Dried

11/25/12Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days

We decided to move our plants with us to the RV. As you might imagine space is a wee bit tight and so we opted to give the plants a home on the front dash. I am beginning to fear this may not be the best bet for them. As temps have dipped into the 20s, the once sturdy plants have begun to look, well, less sturdy. In fact the word freeze dried has come to mind, which can be good when you’re talking herbs, but not really the route we were thinking for house plants..

Arting for 365 Day 210: Power Lines Abstracted

11/24/12

~3 x 5″ ink and thread on paper

Goal: To create one piece of art each day for 365 consecutive days

Growing up in Wyoming meant road trips along remote highways. The landscape varied from vast plains scattered with sagebrush, to mountain canyons with rivers running below. Each trip was an exploration of familiar, uninhabited territory.

The secluded drives left us surrounded by wilderness, but power lines were also an accompaniment. They seemed to measure the wide open distances ahead, mapping out the route to our destination, and providing comfort as I gazed out the windows.