
Well it's an appropriate topic alright since I've been drinking about ten gallons of tea a day to get rid of an upper respiratory apocalypse taking place even as I sit here typing.

After a few attempts, I finally managed to get something that actually looked like what I was trying to do. Maybe it's insane of me, but I don't draw (plan)anything out ahead of time (kind of like my life). Just fold and cut...and sometimes hum a song while I'm at it. Come to think of it, there's always a song going on in the background. I guess that's the plan.
I found this sketch in an old notebook, and posted it here to illustrate my inspiration for this week's concept: "Simple". Today,in Barnes & Noble, as I entered the restroom, I encountered a little girl I guessed to be around 4 or 5 years old, waiting while her mom washed her hands. She greeted me with such an infectious smile, which I gladly returned, it inspired me to record it for my "simple" entry. I remember when my three girls were in grade school, one of their teachers commented to me that they could always count on a big, heart-warming smile from my girls as they passed in the hall. Of course, I took that as a compliment since they must have picked up smiling from me, just as I did from my mother, as a way of connecting with others. It's such a simple thing, but as our culture has become somewhat jaded, paranoid, hurried and disconnected, it's become a rarity on the street...and in the halls. If we all took the time to offer a simple smile as we rush through our lives, to our fellow human beings, what an impact that would have. Call me naive...or call me simple, it works for me.
This Friday (tomorrow 2.10) is our 2 week anniversary as NY’ers...and this is my first post since our move. This is from one of last year’s sketchbooks (searching madly for a chair just to get something posted before the new word tomorrow). We had to leave "Twinkie" behind in Cincinnati with our daughter since I thought the move to NY would be too stressful for her, since she’s 13 years old...and her last move across town was an event to remember. And that’s all I’ll say about that. The chair, however, made it to NY just fine.
I started with a pastel sketch from my “reject” files...opened in Photoshop to experiment with colors, filters, layer effects etc. Also, I copied one of my papercut designs onto a layer adding an interesting texture to the image. It's great to be able to create an image like this to use as a thumbnail for pastel, oil or watercolor painting.

Erika, my youngest of 3 daughters, who is a phenomenally talented artist. This is a pastel self portrait she did a couple of years ago (without any formal art training). After obsessing over possibilities for this week's illustration, I decided to go with the first thing that popped into my head. So, Erika, this “E” is for you.