Today marks five years sobriety for me off of GHB.

I drew this dragon five months ago. I added the watercolour five days ago and the image just screamed chasing the dragon once the colours began popping it to life. It still needs more work mind you… Subconsciously, I still chase that illusive dragon when working, creating or even when alone thinking or researching. When what I’m working on, creating, thinking or researching climaxes, I certainly do, feel high and struggle to get to the end. I almost can’t contain myself at times and must run outside to smoke a cigarette and sadly, nicotine is the worst drug of all, as it doesn’t even make you high.

I silently research drugs, their uses and legalities. I consider it a hobby and when I feel the need to use a substance that most certainly will cause me angst, I read back in my journals about the gruesome detox and agony I suffered through for months when sobering up from GHB.

It’s not a pleasant experience to break out in painful large blisters and pimples all over your back, arms and legs and to lose feeling in your extremities and watch your fingers and toes go blue from slowed blood circulation as you reduce your dose of GHB slowly and by half each day for one week at home. It’s not human to recoil into an infantile state regressing to points in one life while awake or asleep when bad things happened only to have to vividly relive them again and again until you aged and moved onwards to the next abuse or trauma.

And I certainly don’t miss the need to dose every half hour at times and the need to overdose just to sleep for two hours at a time or the constant fear of knowing that I would die from sudden withdrawal without GHB running through my system if my drug dealer ran out of it or I forgot my bottle at home after leaving the house for that day. I would return home for the bottle. Always. You hit a certain point with GHB addiction where there is no turning back to just recreational use. Missing a dose can send you into convulsions. Missing a dose can stop your heart from beating. Missing a dose can take your breath away forever. While taking too much can make you fall asleep and go into a coma.

I do miss the first five months of the addiction; the time when everything was wonderful, my brain worked properly and life seemed easier even if it was only a charade.

And most of all, I DO NOT REGRET taking GHB or becoming addicted to it as there were times when it, was perfect.

Over the years people have said to me why not take a Xanax or a Valium to calm down. Are you kidding me? Really, offering a sedative to someone who was addicted to them for two full years (albeit the illegal kind) is like offering a recovered heroin addict a T1 or an alcoholic a just a small shot of whiskey.

So, chasing the dragon is akin to being amongst the living.

Chasing the dragon is a work in progress. Thus far the mediums used are Faber Castell Pitt Artist Pens and Winsor and Newton watercolour on Arches watercolour paper. It measures 8×10 inches (20,3cm by 25,4cm). And I do not ever smoke inside. My household is a strict non-smoking and scent free home.

This is the second in a series of five paintings for RunDeeZone. The first Footprint is posted here.

The Medium – Kroma Artist Acrylic on Arches cold press watercolour paper
The Size – 8×10 inches
The Fabulous Client – RunDeeZone

Missy’s gotten herself into the habit of traveling into the garden to lick water droplets off the rainbow chard leaves after a rainfall or watering. I’ve been harvesting the chard for about six weeks now. It will continue growing well into the fall of the year.

Along the side of the foundation in the backyard I planted herbs. This is the dill with a few yellow pansies in the background. It’s about 16 inches in height now and is close to flowering. I think I’ll pick off the flowers and dry them as the whole plant is edible. By picking off the flower blooms you’ll force the plant to continue growing both taller and fuller. the flowers on the dill plant are where the seeds are created. I’ll likely keep one or two clusters of flowers and allow them to turn to seed and harvest those seeds in the fall.

Pansies petals are edible. They look great in salads and have a slightly sweet peppery taste. Just don’t eat too much of them as they have laxative properties. I usually put about eight to nine petals per serving of salad.

These are brussels sprouts. A sprout grows at the base of each leaf stem. They are about the size of blueberries or small grapes at the moment. They’ll continue growing well into Fall. In front of the sprouts are white onion shoots.

I’m all through harvesting the broccoli I grew. It tasted so good! After harvesting the main central shoots (pictured to the left) and the smaller side shoots too, I decided to let two of the larger side shoots grow tall and turn to flower. After each yellow flower falls off a pod will grow containing five to seven green seeds. The pods and seeds are edible. I plant to eat about two thirds of them. They are even more nutritious than the broccoli! The remaining pods will turn a straw colour and inside the seeds will harden and turn black. I’ll harvest the seeds in the fall and use them for planting next year’s crop.

A friend had given me this yellow orchid back in early November of 2009 as a birthday gift. This is the second time it’s bloomed in the sunroom.

I’ve been photographing the progress of my garden since the middle of May. There are now 62 photos in the Garden 2010 set on Flickr with the most recent photos being first. It’s very rewarding to actually see one’s efforts actually producing organic and flavorful food, herbs and flowers. Enjoy!

I have not been able to write lately. In actuality, the thoughts in my head are so hurried and are far outpacing my ability to even jot them down in a coherent manner for you to read most days. So, that leaves me with drawing, gardening and working on my top secret e-commerce site.

I’m having trouble following directions, understanding them and thus implementing them.

I’ve got about 25 (maybe 2,500) major projects on the go all at once and until they are done my finances slowly slip and slide and miraculously carry me through. I’m not in debt and refuse to go into debt or even to use credit cards. My bills are all paid. I don’t know how I do it sometimes, but I do.

Family and friends and people I don’t know are coming at me from all directions and truth be told I’m close to screaming. Add to that mix, a third break up since January and I’m really through with dating all together. I just can’t bring myself to continue dating someone when we are not physically, emotionally, intellectually and spiritually compatible and most importantly in love. And I’m fully aware that not everything will be perfect, but I do believe in love at first site and I do believe in getting my major needs met when in a relationship. And I know that if I’m not happy I’ll go looking elsewhere. And that, is hard to admit.

I’m learning to cope though. However, ADHD is getting the better of me most days and it’s making me feel miserable and out of control when it comes to trying to keep pace with what needs to be done and completed. And it’s only me doing the yelling. I’m the boss and I’m ruthless on myself. I must learn to say NO. Yes?

And when dating or coding or programming gets thrown into the picture I lose myself completely and can’t seem to find my way out again. I feel trapped and being in a relationship or stuck in a stupid war in FTP shouldn’t make one feel trapped or obligated to learn? Should it? Shouldn’t it make you feel good and make you want to be a better person and find your way out of the metadata!!?

I don’t talk about ADHD much. It was my final diagnosis about five years ago. I don’t take anything for it, choosing to adjust my lifestyle instead and go med free on the advice of my doctors, because there was a good chance I could have abused the drugs available to treat me. I find this so frustrating at times. I want the prescription drugs. I want my brain to function so that I can complete tasks. It’s soooooooo hard. I want my doctors from out West. There is no free treatment available for women with ADHD in New Brunswick while there is, in British Columbia.

I remember the look on my doctors face when I told her I was moving back east and she says happily “Oh, to Nova Scotia?”. I reply “No, New Brunswick”. She looked at me with very sorry eyes as we both knew treatment here for adult ADHD is limited to those with lots of money.

But I have you and that to me is wonderful!

Can I just cry? Right now. Right here in front of you and say you know what, I’m doing the best I can with what I’ve been given to work with.

I’m eternally late with everything and I’m grateful that the people, clients, customers, friends, and family who have chosen to work with or love me over the last few years realize that while I’m lightly lopsided and can easily land a job or contract and look like I’m having a great time as I’m a good talker and have a great smile, I’m not always capable of seeing things through or sitting amidst throngs of noisy people without a little guidance, a gentle push or simply a big hug to know that you understand.

I really need a vacation from my life. I’m working my hardest to be able to travel in the Fall. When I look at my bank account all I can do is laugh at the balance but hope that the crazy work that I’m doing and the decisions I’m making will in the least make it a bit easier for me, my brain and my heart in the near future.

And a big PS – I am grateful that you are in my life even if for only one second, one day, one year or for a lifetime. Please, don’t ever think that I’m not.

The photo above is of a sunset from two weeks ago setting over the lilac bushes in my backyard. That, makes me happy.

I get a warm fuzzy feeling when customer’s send me photographs of art that they purchased from me, matted and framed and hung on their walls.

Above is Spring Magnolia’s in both 5×5 inch and 8×8 inch sizes, matted and framed emailed to me from Mary Jane. She also purchased the ABC Children’s Art and framed it for her child’s room. It’s available in the shop to.

Below is a set of Four Seasons art in 5×5 inch size that Cathy tagged me with on Facebook. They look great framed!

Thank you Mary Jane and Cathy for sending me pictures of the art you purchased hung on the walls of your home.

Over the last few years I’ve realized one thing and that is that Canadian shipping costs are amongst some of the highest in the world. Canada Post is a crown corporation and not subsidized by our government.

There is nothing that I can do about our shipping charges except that of learning everything there is to know about them.

And as such, after a good talk last week with the clerk at the Post Office I realized that I’m able to charge a little less than what I have been charging. It wasn’t that I was charging too much… by any measure my shipping charges were reasonable by Canadian standards. But seeing as the majority of art that I sell travels south of the border into a country with some of the cheapest shipping rates in the world, I really needed to rethink and figure out a better shipping system that is more inline with what Americans are charging.

In the shops today you’ll notice that there are no additional charges for extra items that you purchase. You will pay one flat rate that ranges from:

Canada
$2.00 – $8.00

United States
$2.75 – $8.00

International
$5.25 – $14.00

You may wonder why I lump all other countries into one rate. It’s actually very simple as Canada Post only has one rate for shipping letter mail and small packets (dependent on weight) to all other countries outside of Canada and the United States.

Eighty-Five percent of my shipments ship as First Class Regular Letter Mail. The remaining fifteen percent ship as a Small Packet or Expedited Parcel.

I really like Canada Post and the timely service they provide. I’m the first to admit that shipping can seem daunting when running a small business but rest assured that it does get easier as you learn more about what works, weight classes, international shipping and about packaging the product you sell so that it arrives in the same condition that it left your studio in.

I always enjoy passing savings onto my customers. I hope you enjoy them! xo

My art shop – http://www.etsy.com/shop/JessicaDoyle
My other art shop – http://www.etsy.com/shop/HangsaLittleLeft
My vintage shop – http://www.etsy.com/shop/OLDisNEW

And with over 1200 sales under my belt, I must be doing something right, right?

I feel as grey and calm today as the weather dripping from the sky outside.

My Great Aunt Theresa passed away yesterday. Theresa was like a grandmother to me. And She was like a Mom to my Dad and his four siblings after my Dad’s Mom passed away when he was five. His father never remarried and Theresa became the surogate Mom to his five children along with raising her own four children. She was a generous and beautiful woman.

When someone dies you can never tell how you will react or when the tears will flow or even if they’ll come at all. They came in waves for me after the phone call from my dad early yesterday afternoon. I sat on deck and simply cried.

Tonight will be difficult and filled with emotion but it will be happy at the same time to see my family, some of whom are traveling from very far away to attend the funeral. The last time we gathered on my Dad’s side of the family was for my cousin Marc’s wedding which was only one month ago.

So, I’d like to dedicate this pussy willow drawing to my aunt. I drew it one year ago and while perusing through my shop today happened across it as I was thinking of her. I’d never posted this one to the blog… so, here it is.

I’m off to the kitchen shortly to prepare and bake quiche for the family. It is the least I can do. My thoughts are with you…

Tonight is the family wake while tomorrow night is the public wake. The funeral is on Saturday. You can read her obituary on the Brennans Select Funeral home page.

So the deck located on the side of my house is about to fall off. It is by no means secure. The backyard deck, thankfully can happily live through another summer before needing to be replaced, although it is in need of repair too.

I got to thinking about how I can earn the money I need to replace this side deck and staircase that my tenants use to enter and exit the house and thought about running a sale on matted prints. I tend to run two sales per year; once during Springtime and later in early Fall, and then again sometimes I don’t.

This is how I make my living, and at the moment, although my art sales are steady, I do not have any room to maneuver after having recently paid my property taxes in full. And what do people do when they need more money… well they put in overtime to earn the money that they need and for me, that means running a sale.

The matted art prints measure 8×10 inches and will fit directly into a standard sized frame which can be purchased at your local department store. Each archival print is matted and backed with acid free materials.

These matted prints make wonderful wedding, birthday or shower gifts. And they do look striking hanging in your bathroom, on your kids bedroom wall or on a living room shelf or mantle.

This Studio Special will run from Tuesday, June 1 to Tuesday, June 8, 2010 in my Etsy Art Shop. The matted prints are regularly priced at $25 each and are on special for $18. Thank you!

And do leave a comment on this blog post and I’ll enter you in a draw for two of the matted prints. I’ll draw the winner on June 9, 2010.

Happy Tuesday!

I traveled to New River Beach yesterday with Vikki, Gus and his little guy. It was a beautiful day, albeit too cold for swimming. I had my hoops with me and spent a good hour hula hooping up and down the coastline. Vikki wondered off photographing most of the coast… Hopefully she’ll upload the photos her Flickr.

We ended the day by driving back into Saint John to the Thai Hut located inside Quality Convenience on King Street and ordering chicken Pad Thai. Yum!

Last weekend, when I decided to take some time off from Etsy I drove to Fredericton to visit with these guys at their respective houses. Put it this way, it was the first trip I planned and took by myself. And, I knocked that irrational fear right out of the water people!

I’ve been close friends with these two since first year of College, which was 17 years ago now. I hadn’t seen them in seven years but we’ve kept in touch online and lately, the time just felt right to pick up from whence we left off in real life. Each of us seemed to have our own serious life and health related issues that we were coping with and healing from during those last seven years that needing tending to. All three of us are healthy and happy these days and moving forward. We each own our own homes and enjoy the work we do too which is mighty different than the apartments we each rented and the financial struggles we each faced during the post college years.

Both Gus and Vikki studied photography at the New Brunswick College of Craft and Design while I concentrated on Graphic Design and illustration.

The photo credits go to Gustavius. He snapped them with his cell phone. The links in this post will take you to their Twitter and Flickr accounts.

So, I hand write letters to people and post them in the mail and rarely seem to receive a letter in return. And that’s OK. Perhaps, I’m one of the last hand writers left on earth. My grandmother used to write me back though. But she passed away a couple of years ago. Her handwriting was elegant and old style and it made me smile when I opened a letter from her to read. And, I notice as the years progress my own mother’s cursive handwriting is taking on that same scrolling form as is my own.

I tend to print in all caps though, and avoid cursive, as it’s slower to create and more cumbersome to lay down. My own handwriting is fast and deliberate; the letters flow seamlessly into one and other first forming sentences then paragraphs and pages and hence, volumes of journals.

While I lived in Vancouver from 2001 to 2005 the only medium I used was ink; more specifically Pilot G-tec C4 pens. I settled on that pen for writing after trying out a stupendous amount of pen brands. I spent that four years of my life purposefully writing and drawing in only ink. I wanted to eliminate the use of pencil and become adept at using only pen and ink on paper. At it’s height, it was all consuming; and emptying dry on average two pens per week. That is a lot of writing and drawing in this day and age.

I have saved ALL the greeting cards and letters anyone has ever written/sent to me over my lifetime which are all tucked away into a few shoe boxes. Writing is a lost art.

I think I’ll turn handwriting letters into a business… wait, I already did that. Each order I send out gets a handwritten thank you note attached to it. I even hand address the envelopes. This practice keeps my handwriting in good form.

I have even gone so far as to begin writing fictitious letters to fictitious people (pictured above) and am pondering a new art form that would involve writing letters to you. It would cost you. Would you pay for a one of a kind hand written letter posted in the mail especially written to you from me?

And I can remember in the early nineties, a college instructor which I can’t be sure who but their words stuck with me: hand crafted items and hand painted or hand drawn images will be in demand in the very near future as many folks are loosing their ability to hand create items from scratch with the increasing advent of digital technology and to just hold on; in other words, struggle to survive the incessant 1990′s and early 2000′s obsession with cheap mass produced goods. And, I survived. Did you?

Do you hand write letters?
Do you expect to get a letter in return?
Do you print in small caps, caps and/or write cursively?

I posted a Facebook update and was ever so surprised at the response it received.

The opening photo is a shot of a page from a Spelling Test booklet from 1981. I would have been 8 years old. Yes, I’m one of those people who saves memorabilia. And Nuno your letter is being written this weekend!

My Etsy shops are closing this Saturday at noon EST now. They’ll likely be closed for one week and reopen once the the other stuff is tended to.

I have custom work to finish.

I want to garden and simultaneously take a packaging and postal run break to.

I think I’ll drive somewhere far away and take a mini vacation on less than $150. Believe me, I can do it. I’m one of the most frugal people out there. Case in point, I’ve only put $30 worth of gas in my car since buying it two months ago.

I want to work on my hobby and research both vintage and antique items. I love researching! It actually makes me happy searching the interwebs and tubes of information on things that are from a time before.

I want to visit my long time friends; Lisa, Gillian, Shyanne and Karen. I’ve known these women most of my life, since early childhood and they understand and I understand and know that regardless of how long it’s been since we last saw each other that we can pick up straight from where we leaped off. They are akin to my sisters.

I always loved how my Mom was so close to her four sisters while I was growing up.

I really enjoyed my time off in February. I always know when it’s time for a vacation as I simply stop drawing and painting. I haven’t drawn or painted anything in two weeks. Been doing other creative things.

I just want to let the dust settle and plant some seeds so to speak.

I write things down on little bits of paper; thousands of little bits of pieces of paper. This little piece of paper is one of the most recent. I doodled it on the back of one of my certificates of authenticity. Please note that identifying numbers have been censored.

The guilt arrives in waves. For many this guilt is something you may never experience. It could be something you experience daily.

It’s a form of anxiety associated with earning money. That’s the only way I can describe this; that knowledge that one is beginning to earn more than poverty level income and entering into the middle class dream.

I mean, I’ve never had to deal with earning much money by Canadian standards or budgeting in larger amounts each month.

All I want to say is dream, then think of that dream and make it a reality. This dream has to do with money and making money in a way that is healthy, self gratifying and brings happiness or emotion into the world; a contribution.

I don’t know why I make art or write or publish it online for you to read. All I know is that each and every day I get up, drink a Pepsi and go outside to smoke a cigarette, come in, cook an egg sandwich or grill cheese, take some vitamins and sit down at the computer and type and click then get up and walk around, pick up some paper, package some orders, get dressed or shower, chat with a tenant in the kitchen, walk to the post office and back or answer some email, go visit Mom and Dad, talk to a friend on the phone, watch some TV, have a glass of wine with a friend, talk about being single with that friend, draw, stare at the blank piece of paper staring at me then ever so quickly dab the first mark on that page then wonder is that the right dab, the right colour, the right anything… what will it be…where am I going with this, oh look – that mark made something hmmmm happiness get up walk away from the dabs to check shop, renew items, calculate daily spending online and what risks I’m willing to take today, perhaps answer some email, and again set goal of the zero inbox, read tech stuff to keep up with new advancements in technology, order larger quantities of packaging supplies, remember to keep receipts for cleaning supplies (to claim for housekeeping expenses) separate from art supplies, decide what will or won’t work with my business, think about ad for room rental, jump into another site, another OMG get off the computer, cook some supper, cook enough food to last two or three meals and maybe a lunch, sign up to new sites online to reserve my username, update blog and check for new plugins, update theme, update computer software, check web hosting, check expiry dates on flickr, mediatmetple, tweet, facebook, thank customers, package, renew items in shop to stay at front of search within category of 500,000PLUS items… wonder if it works but it does, and so does facebook etc… apply for jurying, apply to art sale, adjust art listing, renew renew renew, answer email, convo’s and facebook messages, wish people would only contact me in one way via my email, REALLY wish for a site that would manage all my sites preferably within the dashboard of my own blog, wonder about uploading art to other e-commerce sites for sale and decide to create my own e-commerce site instead, and I do wonder why the men I fall for are not emotionally available, then think you know, I’ll stop typing as this needs to end, right now.

That was just one day and not all days are like that. I do take time off but the one thing I’m lacking is a budget to go out with. It’s just not in the cards to spend extra money on going to a club or eating out at a restaurant, buying clothing or other trivialities. That’s not to say that I don’t and it’s not only about the money but to be honest I’d rather be home spending money on art supplies and having sex with them on paper.

The original Sundried Illustration featured in this post has since sold to an art collector in the Untied Sates. Beautiful Archival prints are available in the art shop.

Colour Burst!

This rounded unique maple wood turned box has been gessoed, sanded, meticulously decorated artist quality acrylic then varnished four times for durability. The inside is sanded smooth after a couple of coats of gesso.

“Burst” is signed on it’s bottom by me, the artist and is availble for purchase in the art shop within the Handpainted Boxes Section.

Box Dimensions – 1 1/2″H by 2 1/8″W (H-3.8cm by W-5.4cm) It’s tiny!

If there is one thing I’m not so good at, it is this: posting pictures of what happened over the weekend as I did not take any.

I’ll surmise:

Friday

Got up and ate some food. Dillydallyed most of the day and hung out on Google Buzz while writing last minute art bio’s and answering emails. Then got dressed and procrastinated a bit more and promptly decided that I did not like what I was wearing and changed again, then ran to catch the bus that was speeding down the hill. Got off the bus on King St. and purchased a bottle of Pepsi and a pack of smokes. Took a giant swig of Pepsi and smoked a smoke. Walked to the gallery and helped them finish setting up for the show. By this time is was 4:00PM and the show was beginning at 5:00PM. It was creatively unorganized and overwhelmed with people. There were no distinct way of knowing who created what ACEO as they were all haphazardly hung on the wall; all 1500 of them. Was fantastic!

The mood was festive and relaxed, yet jumpy and crowded. I enjoyed myself thoroughly! I met Fred Ross and also Herzl Kashetsky; two world famous local artists. I bought some ACEO’s, sold some ACEO’s and had a great time! Went over to the Happinez wine bar afterwords to meet up with some others. Left and went home around midnight, exhausted and with sore feet from wearing damn sexy tall dark brown leather boots. Sleep.

Saturday

Got up and showered and immediately proceeded to cut the shit out of my legs while shaving with a dull razor… cursed. Feverishly began wrapping handmade placemats and coasters (I made them) wedding gifts for cousin and his fiancé. Decided that I desperately needed sheer pantyhose to wear with little black dress in an effort to cover scraped and bloody legs. Must go buy pantyhouse, take BF to his place for his change of clothes and get back to my place in 45 minutes and get dressed myself. Brother and his GF picked me and the *BF up and we headed to the wedding. None of us knew how to get there. We Doyle’s are a funny lot. We just knew it was at a church off of the Manawagonish road over West. Made it ten minutes before the wedding. Sat through wedding. Was beautiful. I cried.

We packed up and went to Burger King after the ceremony at 4:00PM as we likely wouldn’t be eating until later that evening around 7:00PM at the reception. I ate chicken fingers and fries.

We arrived at the Lily Lake pavilion. We parked. The men drank beer and the women smoked. More family showed up with beer. A party was happening in the parking lot. I left to go inside. So beautiful were the decorations! Food was amazing and the dancing was fun! Arrived home around midnight. Sleepy!

Sunday

Awoke with a start! Well, housekeeping day and cooking meal for family day in celebration of Mother’s Day Day. Weather was cold and I decided not to BBQ. Drove BF home and bought some groceries. Made a tasty marinade for pork chops and let them stew in it. Began madly cleaning house and stripping tenants beds and linens and doing laundry. Brother arrived to pick me up and take me over to get a second dresser for my bedroom from his GF. She didn’t want it anymore and I needed a second dresser.

Arrived back with dresser and my brother the carpenter, helped me install massive shelving unit and hang some large artwork on the walls. Brother peeled and cooked potatoes. I vacuumed and changed bedding. Mom and Dad arrived. We made salad and ate the prepared food. Family left.

Fell asleep on papasan in sunroom for three hours, woke up and stumbled upstairs to bed to dream.

The weekend really was both blissful and lovely!

I was in a haze most of the day yesterday and am finally coming around today with answering emails and responding to requests. It’s difficult to to take three days off of silently working online and be thrown into live crowds when one is an introvert and coming back to this was actually quite hard yesterday. Today though, I’m feeling refreshed and invigorated and looking forward to a peaceful week of just me, my computer, pens and paper.

*BF stands for boyfriend and it’s much easier to write than the guy I am dating

This is the first painting I created for Marathon runner and long time friend Darren Lee’s new running themed blog; RunDeeZone. There will be two to four more created for use within the design of the site.

RunDeeZone will explore the less talked about issues one faces when running. I like that, and think we as a society need to open up and share our experiences with others so that we indeed realize that we are not alone. The site is in the very early stages of inception and I hope you’ll follow along while both the illustrative work and design are completed.

This original painting measures 8×10 inches and was painted with Kroma Artist Acyrlic on Arches watercolour paper. I used a silver flecked paint on it too to give it some oomphah and shimmer of course.

I just finished doing the preliminary sketches for the second painting which I’ll begin laying down in acrylic next week.

And below are a couple of shots showing the process of laying down the paint on paper while it’s still masked off. Can you believe I actually drew the feet out in pencil first! I rarely use pencil but thought it best to do so for this project.

I shared these footprints when they were in the early stages of production on Google Buzz and boy what a reception they received. The footprints had reminded me of how Google Buzz is an origanic roaming forum and hence inspired me to Buzz about it. The conversation that bloomed from that Buzz post was incredibly organic and interesting to say the least.

If you are on Google Buzz come say hi!

After this project is complete I will be accepting custom work again. If you or your company is need of a whimsical illustration, do get in touch with me.