A fancy Sunday chicken dinner. Not something that I typically do too much with, but since my father gave me a beautiful 8 lb chicken that he cared for and slaughtered himself, I can not resist.  He also shared...

Moving forward on the journal has been slow.  Distractions abound.  Since the tone of the paper skin and fact that it was just a smidgen too small once pasted onto the book cover, I knew some corrective work...

Rosemary bread is a special treat from the local bakery, often paired with a hearty stew or soup.  It is a rare delight, and one that I wanted to recreate at home in the event that I wanted Rosemary bread on a...

This year we have a new addition to give thanks for at our holiday table:  butter-steamed Brussels sprouts.  Now, I get it, many feels that they are gross or bitter or otherwise yuck.  Brussels sprouts are...

I spend a lot of time in the garden, strategically removing plants from one area or another.  Weeds. But in reality, there is no such thing as weeds, they are just hardy, misplaced flowers.  Dandelions and...

The prompt for this week on Journal 52 was a little distracting for me and I decided to go in a completely different direction than drawing real or imaginary creatures.  This is how it goes. I spent the...

So. Turns out that not all paper is watercolor friendly, no matter the poundage.  I did not know this when I bought the art journal I started to transform into my very own Necronomicon.  I think I may have...

Today will be the inaugural post in a series on creating mud art.  I have somehow epically failed and can’t find a single picture of any of the previous artworks I have done in this form.  Blurg. In...