In each drawing I threw in a couple of my favorite things (fur and cupcakes) to make a statement about westernizing nature. The poor furries. I'm sure every X-mas they ask Santa that those pesky humans be granted some humility. I'm working on it. Dreaming of symbiosis on the prairie, outside of these office walls, basking in the sunshine...
Our football fan.
Our bargain shoppers (runs in the family).
THE parents. 
My "go-to guys." 
Obligatory family shot. 50 years and lots to show.
I sacrificed my lunch break to run over to the bakery to buy him some sweet treats. I also managed to customize the box. I ran home, pulled out the water colors and managed to bust this out in about five minutes. Inside?
Mini-coconut creme pie and a creme horn! If I would have had time to stop and think, I would have thrown some candles inside. Damn. I hope the pastries make up for being last minute.
Consuming the kitchen table. "Bill's special"-Cape Cod with 100% Cranberry Pomegranate. 
My domain. 
"Lady Pescetarian." I'm going to spill a bit (because you're trustworthy), I'm on my way to becoming a Pescetarian. I haven't completely kicked the meats but they have been heavily restricted as of lately. I can't completely void them but they are reserved for dire situations (where I have no other options). Now, do I have any fisherman in my audience? Any up for giving lessons? Hire? 
"Birds of Prey." They're evolving. 
"Oppositions." Coffee and Bikes like peas and carrots. What if you reverse their function?
Inspired by Zola attempting to distract me and align with the center of the world.
Something about devouring beauty, defying age, youth, evil, etc. 
I have no idea where this came from. Guilt or resentment, feeling guilty because of unjustified resentment? Wishing I could just eat my words? You choose.
The little Mantis is my secret weapon. He's perfect for small, soft beds that just need a little turning.
Potted herbs: cilantro, thyme, dill and oregano.
THE garden. This is where I get in trouble. I did some research (probably not enough) but I decided since we're right in the middle of cool and warm season, I mixed crops. I have some cool veggies and some warm. The cool tend to be more hardy so I figured they may be better for a beginner like me? I also failed to test the soil. It's brown, soft, eh, it's good.
Gardner by day, art whore by night. "Function and Design" closing part at Untitled Artspace. I'm very happy I caught this show before it closed. It was incredible. The art was beautiful and it was interesting to see the audience interacting with it on a functional level. A winner! 
With the city comes cupcakes. ALWAYS! I was blackberry maple. After a relatively short visit it was back to Norman. I plopped down at the coffee bar.
It was staring me in the face. I had to draw it. Afterward, I took it home and hit it with some watercolors and a sharpie. A mild and semi-productive Friday night. Its fun to mix it up. Come summer, life's going to be crazy packed. A move, one less job, new place and who knows when I'll have time to really work. I have to pull every ounce of daylight I can. Work, work!
Kate sent me a message requesting a commission for custom, chair sashes for the MRS. and MR. I got so excited with the possibilities that I turned down the money and elected to give them as a wedding gift. She gave me a couple of vague requirements and left the rest to me. Such trust demands everything I've got. Today I came up with several rough drafts for the bride-to-be.
Forget Pragmatism. I've decided that Zola and I will just hop a train and join the circus.
Last night I sketched our final act. I think it will be a real crowd pleaser!
I think this is a pretty silly outcome.
During my outdoor excursions, T was working on her latest creation. I cooked some dinner, had a glass of wine and decide it was high time to pull out my sketchbook as well. There's nothing like working with another artist. The energy is high and motivating . Teaming up is a good measure once in awhile-equivalent to class critiques in art school. It can be stressful sitting alone in the studio day-in and day-out, fretting over details and deadlines. It's important to take a breather, talk to a real person instead of constantly staring at an unfinished piece. Aside from needing social interaction, it's also great for developing plans. 
I drummed up yet another rough draft for my 'venom healer' series. 
I also ran with some strange and humorous fetish known as 'pedal.' Google?
Lastly, as I watch T. tediously fill an 18x24" sheet of paper with a colored pencil, I tried to convince her to consider the power of watercolor by doing a demo. She seemed enthused, so finger's crossed I've helped her broaden her artistic breadth. Either way, it's always fun to sit down artist-y-artist and laugh. I look forward to many more a-creative sessions. Wine and art, can't beat it! Come join?
Aren't these illustrations brilliantly wild?
A birds nest with Robin's eggs. I used some scrap vinyl and short pieces of embroidery floss/thread. I worked with random stitches and no pattern. I like my needlework like I like my paint-fluid and loose. It's fun experimenting. The fabric matrix is from some sample books I acquired from a friend. And, lastly, I used a marker to add some contrast. This was an all around 'green' piece. The addition of the soda tab has sparked some new ideas so there may be some variations of this piece in the future.
This is a rough draft. It has a strangely, erotic and somewhat phallic undertone which I haven't seen in my work for awhile. In art school, it wasn't uncommon for my paintings to evoke a dark, sexual feel. After school I moved away from the figure. It feels too safe. I dig risk and throwing myself into new/challenging situations so I kicked what was familiar. That's not to say I'm an ace at proportions or technique, it's just that I don't feel very innovative painting bodies. Strictly a personal preference. Now that I've made that disclaimer, I will let you decide. Is she in agony or does she enjoy it? Is she sadistic or is that venom saving her life?
Cows jump over the moon while fish jump over the bridge. 
My first ride. 1970 El Camino.
Mom's toy-1967 Nova SS. 
Dad's ride. 1967 Chevelle SS (yellow is inaccurate but black isn't a color.) 
Native meets the West.
This is the piece I started early yesterday. I was looking back through my sketchbook and I found some notes on 'monster healers;' Reptiles and fish that have potent and sometimes deadly bites but their venom has phenomenal medicinal benefits. I decided to paint a Gila monster. Their saliva is used in a drug called 'Byetta' Which is used to aid in managing type 2 diabetes. Amazing.
This one was a revamp. Animal trophies are my thing. Looking back, I think it all began with my BFF's taxidermy pheasant that perched atop her entertainment center. From there, it has only ballooned. I've made several stencils of fauna and paired them with contrasting fabrics. Currently, they hang in my living room. Yesterday I pulled one down and decided to take it further. 
I think blood and guts is the end of the road. The trophy now sports a funeral wreath and shall forever be honored in blue.
I mentioned a veggie garden this year. Maybe I'm forcing a 'green thumb?' It's merely dedication. Afterall, 'tis the first day of what we call, 'Spring.'
I haven't mailed them out yet but I can't wait to see what I get in return. 
Just as a reference and a little bit of a hint, here's where some of my inspiration for the doodles began. I've got some big plans for this weekend, hope I don't get snowed in. C'mon Oklahoma, you've been good to me, throw me a bone! Wishing you sunshine!
