If you don’t know about Feed Your Soul: the free art project at Indie Fixx, you should check it out. There’s a ton of art over there for you to download and print out yourself. I’ve been a big fan of the project from the beginning, and some of my favourite artists have participated, so I was super excited when I was recently asked to contribute. Originally, I was focusing on the “feed” part of the theme, but when I managed to look past my stomach to my soul, I decided that nothing satiates quite like spending some time in the woods.
Wow. Cheesy title. A couple of weeks ago, I got a request for a gift certificate for my custom house portrait. I don’t know why I hadn’t already thought of putting one of these in my shop. Anyway, it was like this but with words and stuff.
I don’t think I’ve ever actually been in an A-frame house, but there’s something about them that appeals to me in a woodsy, chalety, way. I guess it’s not really the house itself that I like as much as the potential of pleasant and owl-infused surroundings that I imagine must go with them.
I’m going to go ahead and file this one under “I do it to myself.” See, I got it into my head that we needed an advent calender, mostly because I was always jealous of the kids who got to eat chocolate every morning of December. Then, I figured that I would just make one. Then I had to go and make it all complicated. So, here is my current design, patiently waiting to be realized in my holiday crafting material of choice: felted wool from old sweaters. Each of the 25 thingies (everything other than the tree itself) will be a pocket for some kind of tiny treat. Hmmm… I guess I’ll need to have room for two tiny treats in a year or two. Oh! That reminds me! I also have to make a new stocking for baby, AND a birthday banner in time for her quickly approaching first birthday! Good thing I have a lot of sweaters.
Uhhhhh… huh. Very weird things are going on with the colour here. And my monitor hates yellow on yellow, apparently, so now my eyes are all wonky.
So, yeah… fall, it is. November and all. Hoob and I came across a scene like this in the park the other day. The barren birches must have just lost their leaves, because the ground they stood on was ablaze, as opposed to brown and crunchy. I was so distracted by the trees that I almost let Hoob go after a duck in the river. I’m very sorry to have disturbed you, duck, but don’t you think the alarm you set off was a bit much? Really? You needed to get your 200 goose friends to tell us off? Next, I suppose, you’ll be calling in the swans.
I warn you that this is, apparently, a pretty boring drawing. Evidence: I kept falling asleep at my computer while drawing it. I actually started this collection a few weeks ago when I ended up drawing this instead. My interest in all things mossy was renewed last week when my terrarium popped up over at the Naughty Secretary Club and in the accompanying Storque article. Maybe I should make a real one this summer. You know, to be all trendy and stuff.
Other drawing type stuff I’ve been up to:
I made this new logo for our beloved playgroup. Yes, we are fun. Tots of fun (get it?). Too bad the ladder doesn’t lead to the top of the spiral slide (that’s, um, what the S is supposed to be). Maybe I should propose a name change to Tost of Fun. We’re moving back to Ontario soon and will miss our CT friends very much. Thanks for playing with us.
Huh. I guess I thought it was Mothers’ Day, but it’s really Mother’s Day? Weird. In any case, I hope it was happy. I’m not sure what it means that I chose to mark the day with a drawing of my mom’s most feared animal (actually, it’s probably a toss up between bears and sharks). Sorry, Mom. I’m sure you’d have nothing to fear from a mother bear, though… especially if she has her cubs with her. Oh. I just made myself feel a little sick thinking too much about bear attacks.
I spent way too long trying to dapple these bears with sun, but it ended up looking more like mange, so I gave up for now.
Mossy terrariums are super popular over at Etsy. I can only assume that the trend all stems from the awesome terrarium I put together when I was little. I had this gigantic plastic genie bottle thing that I loaded up with mosses and other stuff from the woods at my cottage. I also found a little inhabitant for my terrarium. His name was Skippy. He was a bright orange slime mould. Yes, I had a pet slime mould. One day, I couldn’t find Skippy. Around the same time, I read The Two-Thousand-Pound Goldfish. The combination of these events led to a few sleepless nights during which I imagined that Skippy had slipped out of the terrarium, grown infinitely in size, and was coming to smother me for taking him out of his natural habitat. In actuality, he probably shriveled up. Sorry, Skippy.
Happy winter solstice! I had nothing going on in the idea department this week, so here is a husband-suggested drawing. We finally got a nice layer of snow to hibernate under here in New England – just in time!
The other day I had 37 crows in my backyard at once! The squirrels looked on from a distance.