Snowy Sunday

Went out today with friends, even though it was snowing quite heavily; I’m glad I didn’t have to drive, especially not in my tiny compact car which weeps little car tears at the sight of unplowed roads. We managed a JoAnne’s run (Presidents’ Day sale, yay), Starbucks, and some quick groceries. I picked up the cutting mat I’d been eyeing – a light green one to use as a video

Why is Saturday Already Over?

I spent a bunch of time of today working on painting a fig for D&D. It’s the elven ranger I bought *cough* two years ago? But I thought I’d paint the figurines I own in order of least favorite to favorite, seeing as how I’ll hopefully improve with practice. Not that I don’t like all the ones I’ve bought over the last couple years (I have…eleven…because anytime I’ve played Adventure

Nostalgia is a Friend of Mine

Tearing apart my site’s CSS after installing a new WP theme is so much fun ::evil laugh:: But seriously, I was thinking about why I wanted to blog and how to motivate myself, and I kept thinking of Live Journal cira 2001 and how my favorite layouts had dark backgrounds, bright text. I am a bit worried it might be a… bit much… for some folk, but honestly, it pleases

Self-critique banner collage with digital painting Sorceress of Eventide

Self-critique: The Sorceress of Eventide

I feel a little bit silly doing another critique so soon after my last one; Iā€™d like a little time between these critiques to show studies/general practice. This time, though, the main thing I felt like I was practicing was just learning to finish a WIP file without nitpicking every detail and dragging it on for weeks. This one had started before Inktober (!) and languished far to long in

Digital Painting - Mask of the Muse

Tell Me Oh Muse of an Artist of Many Devices

A delighted muse laughs in the rain. A good spring rain, on the edge of the passing storm, where sunlight and shadow mix with falling raindrop prisms. She finds her course by stream and deer path, wandering the wildwood at twilight. She rests in the shadows of mossy rocks or under leaf litter. She presses her cheek to rich earth, listening to the secrets of growing roots.