Feeling a little witchy…

Happy Halloween!

Ok, so it is still a couple of weeks away, but I have been seeing a lot of Halloween/spooky art on my Instagram feed lately, and it inspired me. I cranked out this little witch over the last week, and was pretty pleased with the result!


I’m not much for things that are overly scary or gory, so this little witch clocking some practice hours on her broomstick is right up my alley for some holiday art! I have an idea for a trio of images that are werewolf based, but I am still in sketching mode for that. Werewolf anatomy is escaping me, and you can’t exactly look that up easily. There are so many different takes on what a werewolf would really look like! Hair covered? Mostly fleshy? Lanky and skeletal? Muscular and hulking? I’m leaning towards hair covered and bipedal, but pretty middle-of-the-road as far as body build. Hopefully I’ll come up with something I’m happy with soon so I can move forward with the rest!

In non-art news, I got to go to the Ohio Renaissance Festival yesterday with my hubby! My mother-in-law kept our kids for a few hours so we could go and wander the shows and shops without wrangling small people. We had a great time, split a turkey leg, and bought some stuff. I added to my Moroccan-style lantern collection (just starting, so now I have 3). We also celebrated hubby’s birthday this weekend, so we spent the whole weekend with my in-laws and had delicious food and cake. Good times were had by all!

Have a great week, everyone!

With A Chick Chick Here…

I completed my first full size chicken portrait this past week! I was quite happy with the results, and was even inspired to open up requests for pet portraits for the gift-giving season coming u. I’ve even had a couple inquiries! Granted, one was from my mom and I’m going to do it as a gift for her for her December birthday, but I’m still going to count it as an inquiry.

So on that note, I am taking requests for commissions, either of pets or of any animal you desire for decor or for gifts! I can do shipping of an archival-quality giclee or delivery of a digital file for you to print as you wish.

I’ll hang up my salesperson hat and put my artist hat back on.

Since my mom has officially said she wants a piece done, I am going to start doing some work on it a bit at a time so I have it in time for her birthday! She wants a piece made with her two horses, Blue and Cree. Blue was a rescue horse that they took in over a year ago. He has improved leaps and bounds! Cree is a retired barrel racing horse who moved in with my parents to live out her golden years just relaxing in some nice fields. Although she grew up on a farm, my mom never kept horses until now, and she has loved taking these horses into her care. I am looking forward to finishing this piece for her!

Have a great week, everyone!

Happy Birthday.

I turned 28 this week. It is not a particularly remarkable age, and my birthday was not a particularly remarkable day. Highlights included birthday breakfast with the ladies at work and dinner out with my husband that night. (I love food.) Lowlights included a baby diaper blowout in the wee hours of the morning and forgetting to leave an ice scraper with my husband who then had to take our son to the eye doctor in the car that he scraped clean of snow and ice with his bare hands. (Side note: it is the end of March and it is still not done being winter yet! So over it.)

I’ve never thought of myself as someone who is opposed to getting older. It is the progression of life, and I have always tried to embrace the changes it brought. Yes, even when family genetics blessed me with my first gray hair before I graduated high school. As more have come in over the years, I have been keeping my fingers crossed that I’ll develop some sweet gray streaks at my temples. That is where most of them have come in, but it’s honestly more like this:

For some reason, though, thirty has become increasingly intimidating. It’s like taking a ramp with a sled. Approaching the ramp is fun and exciting, but it’s that last little stretch where the ramp actually starts and you are about to leave the earth when your brain starts sending out alarms. These last two years of my twenties are like that ramp, lifting me off into full-blown adulthood. Not that I don’t think I’m an adult now, but I feel that there’s greater pressure associated with being in your thirties. When I hear that someone is “in their twenties,” I usually picture someone young, maybe inexperienced, finding their way into adulthood. Mistakes happen because you’re still learning and that’s ok! If someone is successful, it’s impressive because “they’re only in their twenties!” “In their 30’s,” on the other hand, brings to my mind images of established professionals, confident in themselves and their careers, managing households and enjoying life like they have themselves together. The bulk of my children’s childhood memories will be while I’m in my 30’s, and I want to be remembered as that strong, confident, organized person enjoying life that I picture in my head.

The good news is, I feel like I’m on my way there. I definitely don’t have it all together, but I am becoming more confident in myself and pursuing my dreams more actively than I ever have. Even if my house isn’t always clean and my career isn’t established, I think I’ll be able to be happy and confident in who I am, and that is memory of me I think will matter most.