A Slow Burning Dumpster Fire

2022: Death and Cancer.  It's been a long half-decade. 

The Endurance

2021 proved to be both better and worse. But still, I endure. Hold my hand a little tighter for 2022.  

Here We are Together

In this fragile little world. 2020 was ravaging. Hold my hand for 2021. 

Where you'll find me, dear wanderer

As is obvious, I haven't posted to this blog since 2015! I kind of miss it. Although with no followers it was largely an exercise in entertaining myself. This is just to say that if you find yourself here, directed by some of my early pins on Pinterest, I am now sharing my art mostly on Instagram.

Here's a piece I completed this year (actually now I'm thinking it might have been in 2017). I've been working quite a bit with large, loose, flowy watercolors, collage, and stenciling that incorporate text,  hidden prayers, blessings, and always a little glittery magic. Tough times for dreamers these days, but thank you for stopping by. Kind Regards, Kathleen

Harmonic Convergance

This is my great  <step> nephew Mr. A. My twin brother loves him and thinks of him as a son and I think of him as a nephew. I love him.  There's more to this video and real life than what I can say online, but it doesn't matter. He's such a beautiful boy.  Just the teeniest tinyiest amount of love and attention and adult caring goes so very far.

You aren't alone in this

I've made a third new journal "55" that I'll talk about in the near future. But for tonight, this is the journal spread I'm posting.

 

Some really wonderful things happened to me in 2014. And some really hard things. Life is so very beautiful and so very hard. 

 Once again I used Sheer Heaven to transfer this image of an angel. Like so many others artists, I construct my journals using Fabriano Artistico Hot Press Watercolor Paper, 140 lb, 22 x 30 inches. 

I used spatters of paint and glitter and added a star embellishment. 

I did the brush lettering I love so much with a Pentel brush pen and stamped the text with some vintage rubber stamps I hoard. More paint and glitter sparkles and another star.  For what it's worth, I always stand when I brush letter so I use my whole arm and you can't be too precious about it.

We all need reassurance we aren't alone. Even when it feels that way. I hope the Angels look after all of us.

My sexy Tango