TGIF with Molly

This and That While Waiting

Waiting for UPS man to appear. Molly is keeping watch from the upstairs bedroom. Sorta. She’s looking annoyed that I’m interrupting her nap.

I was wondering about color transparency so I decided to mess around with this test I’d seen somewhere. Nice plaid, eh? Also, I noticed that my palette color chart was started on May 16th 2016. Probably when I got my John Pike Palette. Noted.

I started reading A Life In Hand – Creating the Illuminated Journal by Hannah Hinchman yesterday. First published in the 90’s, it came packaged with a blank journal. I saw Danny Gregory review it in his book review video and it looked great so I found a copy. I was so inspired part way into the book that after breakfast that I sketched this oil tank because I liked the leaf shadows on it.

I came home yesterday and decided to watch a just-posted youtube video and paint along as a challenge. Turns out it’s challenging to paint along when you don’t know what the fellow is painting but I got there. I am really curious – all these UK guys keep using burnt sienna in the sky and it looks YELLOW. To me in person it looks too brown. I’ll have to look into this. Turned out pretty well

NaPoWriMo, Day Nine

From NaPoWriMo, today’s prompt:

“Because today is the ninth day of NaPoWriMo, I’d like to challenge you to write a nine-line poem. Although the fourteen-line sonnet is often considered the “baseline” form of verse in English, Sir Edmund Spenser wrote The Faerie Queene using a nine-line form of his own devising, and poetry in other languages (French, most particularly) has always taken advantage of nine-line forms. You can find information of various ways of organizing rhyme schemes, meters, etcetera for nine-line works here. And of course, you can always eschew such conventions entirely, and opt to be a free-verse nine-line poet”

I think it came out rather short-sonnet-like,

Burying the Cat

Dark and many-browned, he was, as
the earth I gave him back to,
the soil warm, the leaves dry
despite recent rains.
This fragile, still thing,
nothing to speak or cry over,
left only to transform, to be
something else, more again.
Tears later, for the missing.


It was 2006 that Raz and his brother Archie came to live here. Eleven years went pretty quickly! Raz died today after a brief illness, so Molly and I are having a quiet evening. She’s sleeping off some catnip and I’m having a little wine and remembering the two bouncing kittens and Raz of the deep purr and long toes and whiskers.

Cats of Sunday

Swoop of cat whiskers
All of a Sunday Morning
Waiting for breakfast

For the Quote Box

Thanks go to @jamesvictore for this great quote (from his How to be Brave and Scared Shitless webinar):

We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing. — Charles Bukowski

Here’s the view here right now – in a few I’ll be off to wrangle fabric. Click for the Flickr Album!

cats and gnomes//

More Kitties

With a last minute arrival and inspection (from afar) by Molly