My seasoned professors:  Jovi Schnell and Jeremy Morgan

What I’m reading:  Concerning the Spiritual in Art by W. Kandinsky and Ways of Seeing by John Berger

Inspirations:  Gregory Euclide, anatomy books, city life and this little cafe I’m sitting in (The Brew)

It’s never the wrong time to call on Toad. Early or late he’s always the same fellow. Always good-tempered, always glad to see you, always sorry when you go!

Hello! Just wanted to let you know we’ve got 56 backers and over $2600. That’s amazing and we’ve still got over 2 weeks to make What Do You Call Your Butterfly a real, live, hard cover children’s book.

Its creative, colorful, and encourages kids to learn about other languages and cultures! If that’s up your alley, please check out our video and pass it along to your friends and family, especially those in education.

We’ll be giving free E-books to schools and teachers!

Here’s the link:

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1516843891/what-do-you-call-your-butterfl…

Thanks to everyone who is making this dream come true!

When familiar things, that may have been lost or forgotten, come back to my awareness and I find comfort in them, it’s like I just discovered a secret about myself.  Here are three:

1.  The Artist’s Way.  No matter what quote, paragraph or chapter I read, I get this full of life feeling, in my gut.  It’s an unstoppable, overwhelming, I’m excited to be here sort of…high?!  Happens almost every time.  Then usually, I feel like I have to ration the experience. Like it’s too much goodness.  Silly.

2.  Painting circles.  I love circles and circular swirls, overlapping, never-ending, no beginning swooshes of paint.

3.  Planting.  Seeds grow, that’s what they do.  I shouldn’t be surprised but I am, especially when you can almost see them growing.  I come home, they’re magically taller and stretching toward the sun.  It’s glorious!

Two inspired W magazine images + a touch of crazy.

They’re charming, refined, beautiful, hopeful, strong and delicate. Happy birthday sweet Nemy!

I don’t know if this is improper etiquette or not but today I entered a t shirt design competition for 106.1 The Corner. I have a few other ideas, but this was just a quick sketch and color in situation.

Eventually there will be some public voting on the finalists so you will have a say, if you so choose;)

Without further ado…

PS. They’re giving away an iPad, so do a little drawing, 4 color max, and enter it on www.1061thecorner.com!

Good luck!

Inquiring minds would like to know what your favorite cake to icing combo is? Cupcakes are a hot item these days, on paper and in person.

Here’s a watercolor I’ve been working out. Tricky subject, those edibles. Bon appetit!

DC is an inspiring place. I’m energized by the people everywhere, all on their own mission.  Some are touring, some are playing frisbee, me, I’m driving around for an hour looking for parking.  As soon as I feel defeated, the parking gods smile down a give me exactly 2 inches.  Parallel hell.  One inch in the front, one in the back.

As I approach my destination the next feeling bubbles up and sits just below the surface.  Thankfully, it strikes a different chord.  It’s the feeling of being in the presence of greatness.  History made under my feet and monuments towering overhead.  It’s even greater in museums.  Bag check.  Descend.

As I enter, my anxiety gives way to getting lost in my imagination of these old worlds.  Museum-ing for me is a bit sacred.  I tend to appreciate a quiet experience where I can soak in the beauty, hopeful to retain a fraction of the history I read.  I can’t help but tip toe through each room of the Freer and Sackler Galleries of Art.  These buildings house an amazing collection of Asian art.  To name a few items:  intricately patterned bronze vessels, turquoise and gold handles, carved wooden Buddhas, 8 ft. tall Chinese landscapes, Japanese earthenware, ceramics, jade, glass, James McNeill Whistler’s Asian influenced paintings and Peacock Room installation.

I left full of inspiration and a readiness to get my own ideas onto paper, canvas, or…cardboard?  That’s right.  My dear friend, Katherine, and I painted into the night just like the old days.  Cozy Georgetown studio, tropical paradise, red wine, and a corrugated piece of cardboard.  With a few inspirations:  Whistler’s Blue and Gold: The Rose Azalea and a towering plant, I set to it.  I’m determined to have more plants in my life.  Here’s the result and not a brush stroke more.

If you are in any way in need of an artistic boost, a day trip to DC and the Utrecht store should do the trick.