Not so many years ago, December was when I made holiday cards. Looking at them now, they give a glimpse of my daughters and our family life--in winter, mostly. Back then, I would often spend a week hand coloring stacks of cards.
Usually, I'd work on them in the evening, after the kids had gone to bed. Sometimes my husband would spell me the time. Listening to folk music, I'd joyfully paint in rosy checks.
Happy Holidays!
My parents, Stanley and Lillian. Taken in Dayton Ohio, sometime before I was born.
Tiny sketch. Hats done during the summer of 2013. You never know what you will find hiding in your sketchbook.
I love it when I stumble upon a forgotten doodle, done months before and tucked into the margins of a notebook. This one, reminds of a etching line. And that it's time for me to get out a fine point black pen. Not one with permanent ink. They do have their place. But for this kind of doodle, it's spit and ink that gives a wash.
Do your doodles change with the seasons?
Hats appear in mine just about at the time I start wearing one. Mittens will be next. It's getting cold in Iowa.
