This drawing is reminiscent of a previous work from April 2011.
This mandala, however has little groupie bots looking out for her.
I sketched this out with india ink, coloured pencil and used a little watercolour too. And the previous original mandala drawing is listed for sale in the shop now.
Before the rains came over this last week and began turning most everything green we set out in the mid-evening crossing Bayside Drive and entered into the mouth of the Marsh Creek area where it meets the Bay of Fundy on foot along the railway tracks. We walked along and then down to the shore on the North side of the Courtenay Bay Causeway during low-tide.
A herd of deer that live down here, however, all we caught were their white bums skipping away from us as we approached them. They moved away too fast for me to capture them on film.
There is a copious amount of plastic debris washing up on the shore from the ocean… including the little pink pig, syringes, plastic bags, bottles and thousands upon thousands of tampon applicators. Use a menstral cup already women.
Before the Courtenay Bay Causeway was built this area was home to the largest shipbuilding operation in Eastern Canada and remnants of that bygone era remain here to this day. This area was a tidal ocean front beach where even my Dad used to play when he was a kid.
Even with the plastics dotting the grassy marsh it’s still pristine and relatively untouched by human hands.
When you look West you can see the beginning of Uptown Saint John (Central City) and the South End Peninsula.
During the next few years an amazing restoration will be taking place… The Marsh Creek area is being restored, cleaned up and made fit for human consumption again. Bike and walking trails with elevated decks and lookouts will be added.
Many different species of birds and wildlife call this area home including this decapitated seagull.
At sunset we began making our way back East.
And at dusk we walked back into the hood.
Lately I’ve realized that the best method I have for accomplishing goals is setting them to begin with. Revolutionary, I know.
I’m a big goal setter. Usually. At the very least, I firmly believe in the concept. But occasionally I lapse into this weird space where I’m terrified to set any goals, because that would mean I’ve committed myself to accomplishing them. And sometimes I just don’t want to accomplish things. Sometimes I want to live in that place where anything is possible and I can dream REALLY big because there’s no deadline looming in the future that will prove my goals were too big to accomplish in the first place.
Which is how I see the world when I’m lost in this space. It’s fear, really. One moment of avoidance becomes another, until you have a long string of goal-evasion that has replaced all you’ve previously accomplished. When you have no goals to meet, nothing pressing on your mind that you must work at, ANYTHING is possible! I can be a princess! On a unicorn! On Mars! Continue reading
You gotta swallow hard when what’s around you is changing more rapidly than you are able to handle. This is the point when you realize you can not go back, but are terrified to more forward, and more than that, numb to the present. For me this point hit on Day 4 while detoxing in late January.
You can’t breath and you can’t exhale.
1. Sobriety and Addiction
2. Yin and Yang
3. Alpha and Omega
I forced myself to draw while in detox for fear that if I didn’t I would not know how to afterwards.
Mediums – Faber Castell Pitt Artist Pens and Prismacolor Verithin Coloured Pencils inside a 9×9 inch Fabriano Quadrato Artist Journal
Growing up, we all walked everywhere, biked or rode the bus to get from point A to B. We were all in shape.
Recently, I’ve begun walking and hiking through the back fields, railroad tracks and forgotten lands, that I used to travel through when young, with a wonderful person who enjoys walking them as much as I do.
These are some photo’s from our latest trek. You can see the largest oil refinery in Canada in the distance while the fog rolls in from the Courtenay Bay.
If you are unfamiliar with the Courtenay Bay Area of East Saint John, it is home to homes that were built shortly after WWI and WWII. This place is nestled in between a few major thoroughfares, is located on the best bus route in the city and is genrally a very safe area to live in for both young and old alike.
This area is five minutes by bus or car to Uptown or 25 minutes walking. It is surrounded by industry, sea water, fields and rolling hills.
Anyhow, I love this area… even when the fog rolls in and blankets out the sun and you can’t see across the street anymore.
All Original Illustrations are 50% Off in my art shop right now. Prices are already reduced in the originals section. Decorate your home with one-of-a-kind whimsical art today!
A mandala of hands experiencing tremors… withdrawal on Day 2. The shading is rather atrocious.
Mediums – Faber Castell Pitt Artist pens and Prismaclor Verithin Coloured Pencils inside a Fabriano Quadrato Artist Journal
A couple of weeks ago Mom and I began starting seeds in my sunroom. The sunroom has large windows that face South, West and North. It’s bright and warming nicely in there this Spring. This is the first time I have ever started seeds having always purchased vegetable and herb starter plants for transplanting in previous years.
I was given the orchid three years ago as a house warming gift. Surprisingly, I’ve kept it in continuous bloom and alive for the last three years. Thus far we have started squash, cucumber, green onion, lettuces, broccoli, various tomatoes and beets to name a few.
We purchased the organic seeds from Hope Seeds and some of the containers for seed starting from Canadian Tire. I also picked up some Sharpies from Staples and popsicle sticks from Michaels for labelling what is planted where. The organic potting soil we bought last year from Brunswick Nurseries.
Missy Two Shoes the cat turns 15 this coming Summer! Sadly, I need to lock both Missy and Little Orange out of the sunroom as they both enjoy eating the plants, stepping in the containers and smushing seeds down and licking any and all water of the plastic pots. I only let them in when I’m in there.
Eleven month old Little Orange particularly enjoys eating the green onions for some reason.
And this coming weekend I’ll be planting a few things outside that can take the cooler Maritime overnight Spring temperatures!