It’s been a difficult week for the city I live in.  I’m feeling all kinds of strange emotions on top of the already strange emotions I’ve been having admist a pandemic. I took a drive today.  I just wanted to see, to understand it really happened.  And it did.  On the way over I saw

Throughout the years, I’ve tended to prefer more subdued colored palettes to bright ones.  However, since discovering colored pencils last March, that has changed.  I am finding with each piece I do my use of bright colors gets ever more amped up.  Now I’m working on a tripytch in colored pencils and have discovered after

Haven’t updated recently.  The graphite drawing I’d had in progress turned out to be a bust…  I finished it, but I didn’t feel happy with it, so I put it in storage.  I will post two little MOMENTS from it I feel okay with, however, like this really tall dog and this royal-like girl: I

In an attempt to bring some cheer to my current isolation I made a drawing of a little cat enjoying some time alone in her quarantine bubble.  This is my second drawing done in colored pencils, and I can tell I have learned a lot since doing the first drawing.  While sketching out this piece

All done with this graphite drawing.  I was hoping to get it done while Minnesota was having its snowstorm (last Sunday), but, unsurprisingly, quarantine had other ideas for me.  I wound up spending the majority of the storm holed up in my room feeling bummed.  About exactly what, I can’t even say.  I think I

Okay, well I thought I was going to start another colored pencil drawing yesterday, but then I looked at my graphite pencils and felt really sad for them.  They looked so lonely and abandoned, and I couldn’t handle it.  So now I’m working on a quick little graphite drawing, just as a break before delving

It’s day something.  I don’t even know.  Last night, I dreamt I stuffed myself in a cabinet.  It seemed right.  That’s how I’ve felt – stuffed in a cabinet. Drawing has taken up the majority of quarantine time.  The drawing below I completed this morning.  I’m not sure how I feel about it yet, as

A poem I wrote while quarantining.  It doesn’t make any sense, but I had fun writing it.  Note: it sounds a bit better when read out loud. The Last Storm Wash of rain escalating, winds howling. Wolves vanishing into black holes. Ghosts hidden in the organ playing so loud, so haunting.   Airplanes in the

It’s only been 11 days.  Still, I miss my community very much.  Over the last week, I had been sick and so hadn’t quite internalized the depths of isolation I would be experiencing.  I had the benefit of being tired and miserable, which made each day seem faraway.  Now, I’m well.  And this means I’m

Sadly, I am done, a piece of trash.  Sidewalk-ridden.  There’s nothing more I can give, I think, just the Same Old.  I Can’t Compare to what’s Shiny.  So how will I deal with it?  I mean, with my being a piece of trash? I’m not really.  I’m still the same person I’ve always been.  And