SOUNDS OF A HEART

I was asked to do something to represent new motherhood. Something I have never experienced, but I've had a Mom, and so I took that and imagined the flip side. I fed off of that feeling of the sound of a heartbeat in the chest echoing in my ear - and this is what 'flashes' before my eyes within that sound.
Growth, cradling, well wishes, tears of joy and pain, hearts full of love and on and on. I had quite an experience creating this and thank you to my Mom friends that helped me do a little 'market research!'

14"x17"
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VIVID BLUE HAZE

A feeling of calm, crisp energy. A fire that doesn't burn but cools.

14"x17"
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WITHIN A VIEW

For Emily, she saw her world of possibility. For Bernard, he saw a garden. And a garden can be a world of possibility, because it demonstrates newness and growth. I thought this up somewhere in sleep one night. Life glows, life is grand, and life has an aura around it which ernergizes, defines and illuminates it. I also remember seeing the silhouette of Don Quixote climbing one of these hills...dreaming the impossible dream with in my dream!

19"x24"
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NEW SHADE

I had a friend request a drawing for her home. Exciting challenge, indeed! I try to incorporate the things about a person that are those things that no matter the age, time, or place - are a part of who they are. Two things about her that always come to mind are her love for the color purple and the flittering and fanciful Tinkerbell, then I throw in a little of myself in with the things I know of her. The white space in this represents the new shade, that is untouched and ready to be rested in. It's saying, "Step inside this space for a new coolness and a fresh breeze." It's hope and newness surrounded by comfort. I hope this new shade in her home provides just that upon each glance and that it's new and different with each pass.

19"x24"
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SOUL FEATHERS

My soul feathers are made up of lines that inspire me, that make me feel free in thought and that give me comfort. I imagined this one up on a foggy early morning walk through a woodsy neighborhood where I felt like I was swimming through the misty air and shadows of trees and dreams. The birds nests are where my soul feathers came from. They are my Mother's eyes, which were hazel.  The birth of my soul through my Mother's eyes.  After my Mother passed away, I remember my Dad telling me about a dream he had of her, and it was solely her eyes he saw, and what I saw and heard in his eyes and words were my Mother's soul reaching out to him.  The eyes are the gateway to the soul.  I get that.  And these are my soul feathers, fluffed by my mothers eyes and inspiration.

22"x30"
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LATE BLOOMER

First, I feel comforted by these colors, and I think that when I started this piece, I was looking for an escape from high energy. So much of my drawings are based on experience, feelings, emotions - and I think I was ready for a gear shift. This involved, at first, dots - just tapping my energy away with some easy on the eye (mind) colors! Then I got bored with the dots, gave my 'easy Sunday drive' passenger a slightly playful look with my hand hovering over the gear shift and punched the clutch and slid right into a new gear. I do not draw and drive, nor do I have a passenger in my brain, but I felt that this was the best way to explain the variation here. And much like people, sometimes, it takes a while to get to who a person really is. If you are patient, you may get to see something completely different and enjoyable and your view changes on that person. The gift of that allowance to each of us would be a glorious thing, more practiced, you think?

11"x14" Bristol acid free Recycled paper

METAPHOR MAN

We can sometimes bury ourselves amongst a world of beautiful metaphors, stories, experiences...so much that nothing and no one can ever really get to the real being. Surrounded by life, but still untouchable. A beautiful mess, if you like.
I listened to "November 1, 1832" by Balmorhea a lot while drawing the tree. 159 times to be exact, on repeat until every root was drawn. Something about it is beautiful and painful. It makes you smile and cry. Which were the thoughts and feeling behind how this drawing developed.

14"x17"
Le Plume II and Sharpie
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