Plein air paintings, studio art and lessons
This is not the itsy bitsy spider, but a dead baby desert tarantula in the bottom of an empty bowl (left outside by the front door). Let’s bring it inside for examination! Here, under the bright sunlight in the kitchen:
…oops! don’t panic, it’s not dead, I guess!
Let’s take it back outside:
…oops! Shit! Back up, kids!
Here’s Ford anxious to staqrt adding his special touch, always a collaborator:
having user-end issues with scanner, grumble grumble. this will have to work for now, the kids need more of my attention.
more illustration friday
Brushing my teeth before the window, I noticed how hazy the horizon looked. Yesterday was so clear and sunny! And today, it looks as if we are covered in a thin veil of smoke. I had to stop brushing so I could look more closely. Squinting beyong the Live oaks, a patch of smoke caught my eye, lifting up between our lot and the one next door.
I spit into the sink and wipe my face.
“Damon, is this smoke?!”
He came into the room for a peek out the window, his toothpaste-breath blowing over the top of my head.
“Well, it looks like it. Wait…”
And we both realized what it was simultaneously: clouds of juniper pollen releasing into the wind.
I guess this means it’s Spring already?