Recent Doodles and a Bon Voyage

Classes have taken over most of my free time lately, 

so my productivity in creation has slackened a bit.  

That and my new conga drum 

has been keeping me preoccupied.  

When I visited Dublin in July last year.  I came home with some coasters from the Guinness factory.  This little guy was staring at me with a smirk.  I had to turn him into an expat.  

rise

falling

I came across an interesting website that is basically a paint application with a few tweaks.  It was fun letting the lines connect to each other.  Scribbles

Since my roommate will be racing in Europe much longer than he originally anticipated.  I celebrated my last beverage in Rodney Dangerfield's face with a photo.  ¡Ciao!

Artemesia Gentileschi

ARTEMESIA GENTILESCHI

1593-1652/53

A Baroque painter who worked amongst the Caravaggisti.

  Self-portrait

Saint Cecilia Playing a Flute

Danae

Judith Beheading Holofernes

Susanna and the Elders

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Dehumidified

A relaxing Saturday afternoon.

Another intact cloud passing over the dry valley.

Finally he stopped sliding around the place.

Mini-gallery inside the Emerson.

Another fine example of reuse.  An old cigarette machine transformed into a fine art dispenser.

A little craft work on the railing outside of the Stix Yarn Co.

Settled & taking it all in.

Since arriving here, friendly people sharing greetings are all I've met.  The majority of the residents are from out of the area.  The many different backgrounds are not the focus, but the single desire to live here and enjoy all that is offered lies at the heart of connections in this town.

You can guarantee that the section of sidewalk in front of my house

 will not be an icy hip-shattering experience. 

Notice!!!

Oh, when such tragic events occur

the mettle deep within the soul

bends to a splintering angle,

testing the iron core of our resolve.

If you have any knowledge of the whereabouts of this representative of humanity.

Please call.

New Year's Eve 2011-already?

As the last day of 2011 runs its course, I'm taking moments throughout the day to reflect on the highs and lows of my year.  Collecting the highlights and thinking of ways to make them reappear throughout the year so they can be shared with loved ones.  Taking time to reflect on the difficult memories and learn from the mistakes.  It's often hard to spend time on deep thought when our daily lives feel too rushed and chaotic to.  So sit down, turn off the television, put your phone on silent, close the laptop, take a breath, and recollect a year's worth of living.  I think this is the best way to grow and improve.  

  

One year = 525,600 minutes.  

What can you do next year to make every moment count for something you believe in?   

If your passion is missing, find it.

If your passion is there, wield it.

 

 

In The Great White North

After my successful weekend of finding an apartment and registering for classes for when I return to Bozeman in January, I traveled up to Whitefish (also known as Stumptown) to visit my friend Mike.  He's had to work during the days so I roamed around this resort town full of saloons.  It's definitely a ski/snowboard bum town but also a destination for families with the all of the gift shops and a co-op art studio.  That's where I've been spending the last couple of days, working on a couple of mosaic pieces.

This is the top of the box.  

I recently drew a Peruvian Lilly for a friend's birthday, 

so this is what was floating around in my head at the time.

This is the inside of the box.  I wanted to do something a little more geometric after seeing so many beautiful Moorish tiles in Andalucía in Spain.