artistic endeavors: isaiah 43.

*happy sigh* . . . sip of cool mango tea . . .
okay.

to be really really really honest, this is one of my absolute favorites.

it was an . . . inner-searching --but mostly inner peaceful-- sort of day.
and i was just grasping. and he gave me this; it filled my hands. it filled my heart for more than the rest of the day.

and my trying to bring the sky to my canvas is an ever-going-on journey.
i have to admit that. ;)

this was december 10 2010

this picture was taken december 9: ^^ i'm so glad all the snow is melted:) happy first day of spring....it rained all day here. that's pretty springy, isn't it? ;)

i love how the sun makes shadows behind the acrylic paint.

a voice is a human gift; it should be cherished and used, to utter fully human speech as possible. powerlessness and silence go together.
[margaret atwood]

i found this awesome blog today. er, tonight. this afternoon. after my 2-5pm nap. ahem.
selfiemagic, or . . . ahem . . . the art of making a baby.
she's gorgeous. and the quality of her photos, and the tips she has for posing, etc, are awesome. pretty interesting.
i woke up at 6:30 this morning. 
sundays i usually do 7, but today we did a song for a special at church. fail us not, by 1000 generations. it went...to put it simply: really really well.

ever had cinnamon-nutmeg french toast? almost reminiscent of eggnog if you don't let it sit in the hot skillet long enough. what can i say? i was hungry, the coffee was brewed, and the bread happened to be straight out of the freezer but heck no way was i waiting. so it ended up a bit mushy but hot inside, thus the eggnog-y-ness. wow, that's a new word....

toss it in the egg-milk-salt-cinnamon-nutmeg mixture, then lay it in the sizzling buttered skillet.
it's....divine. :)

this morning around 8:30...it started raining. an hour or two later, it was pouring.

this shirt says keep calm and carry on, if you can't tell. hah. hah.

i shall only say how lovely the rain was, though the atmosphere was quite chilly . . .we won't mention that you cna barely distinguish my legs from the white socks i wore. it's my genes. i'll never be anything but.

so cold you need a hat. but i believe that spring is, in fact, setting in. after this week's forecasted flurries, that's usually the end of it for this lovely midwest state. :)

danny boy: playing in a puddle.
that huge backpack is his diaper/toy holder. heh.

i outlined 2 canvases for fun tonight . . .can't wait to paint those tomorrow maybe.
also tomorrow: i get to make a few huge batches of this bread, to braid into challahs, for a shabbat family dinner at a family conference. :)

this was last night, but the uploader wouldn't work so i didn't get around to post it. 

. . . i've never understood why people consider youth a time of freedom and joy. it's probably because they have forgotten their own.
[margaret atwood]