Christmas Game

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Unpacking the Ornaments

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The Hunter

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I realized the moment I crossed over, from just your average mom to a true superhero, when I went crawling under my child’s bed looking for what was potentially a brown recluse spider. I’ve gone from cowering at the sight of a tiny spider crawling across the counter to a force to be reckoned with casually trapping huge, hairy spiders under a glass and tossing them outside like ladybugs. Motherhood is awesome.

Autumn In The South

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I love the spicy scent of fall in the air, when the leaves start to turn and we look toward the holidays fast approaching. Of course, here in Tennessee, it was 90 degrees last weekend, so that puts a serious damper on my autumn mood. I try to make the best of it.

Flying With Kids

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We recently went on our first plane ride with three kids to Phoenix – and experience I was really dreading. I over-prepare for travel when I’m alone. The effort of trying to figure out every possibility for five people is overwhelming.

I’m not sure why, but I used a pencil brush for the lines this time, and I kind of like it. Also, the question of chat bubbles is apparently not settled in my mind. This one needed them. So, there they are.

First Day of Homeschool

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The first day of our eclectic homeschooling (though we learn all year) might involve some sweet potato pancakes with cinnamon maple syrup. We might watch world events like the Rio Olympics and explore new places. We might read some books, play with science or technology, dig around in our yard or binge-watch documentaries on a new subject we want to understand. Or none of those things because spending the morning piled together in the bed talking about hopes and ideas and dreams and life suddenly seems way more important. Not a life for everyone, but it suits us just fine.

Ocean Diver

 

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Sketchy colour collective piece this week in shades of cadet blue. I might finish this someday because I rather like it. I’m not sure why I’m stuck on ocean themes right now. Maybe I need to figure out how to work in another beach trip this year.

MimTron

 

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I don’t often do fan art, but in my house right now there’s an ongoing battle between two shows on Netflix–Kate & Mim Mim and Voltron. Madeline (age 2) loves “Kim-Kim” and the boys (6 & 8) are a little obsessed with Voltron. To be honest, I’ve hardly watched Kate & Mim Mim, and I haven’t the foggiest idea what’s going on with Voltron. He’s some kind of Transformer, right? No? Are you sure? Wait, what’s up with the pilots? And why does he have puppies on his hands and feet? Lions? No, I’m pretty sure they’re puppies.

Anyway, here’s MimTron, a happy compromise between the two. If anyone out there has connections and can make this show happen, my household would be grateful.

Apple Tree Farm

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A page from a book I’m currently working on illustrating. I’ve actually been toiling over this project for a couple of years, trying new things, throwing out everything and starting over, going back to something I did before and then repeating the whole process. But every year I get a little closer to something that accomplishes what I want while reflecting where I want to be as an artist. Fortunately the author is a dear friend and, apparently, a very patient person.

 

Buried Treasure

Another Colour Collective piece, for Light Yellow Glaze.

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I’ve had some people tell me they want to know the stories behind these latest paintings, but I really don’t have one. This one moment in time is it. But I do think they would be fun writing prompts. So, if you’re a writer and so inclined…

Baby Mad

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When you smile at a baby or toddler, you expect a smile back. It’s universal. People everywhere make weird faces at babies to get rewarded by the drop of pure sunshine that is a baby’s smile. This is the face our baby makes at people. For nearly any reason. We’re sorry.