I love to sit and doodle on a Sunday morning when I should be getting myself and the kids ready. It feels good to have your hand loosen up with each little doodle.

IMG_8826[1]I present “Levitating Chi”, “Who’s arm is that?”, and “Bad hair day”

New brush pen

So I broke down and got the Pentel Pocket Brush pen after hearing such rave reviews and I’m pretty impressed so far. Here’s a few rough sketches from the park tonight.

 Not super impressive end result but i loved the feel of the brush pen. It gives such an amazing variation of line, even more (dare I say it) than my Winsdor & Newton sable brush. Time will tell I suppose.



A certain Charles Dean left plastic dinosaurs all over my kitchen counter. I took it as a sign to draw a dinosaur. I don’t even know the name of this guy. My husband came home and said it was “pretty good for your first try”. It’s hard to be such a misunderstood artist. Never appreciated in our time…( I jest, I jest)

I hate this new sketchbook I got. The paper is waaaaaay too white.


Then I drew a lady who was just, bad. But I was stoked about her hands because I like the way they turned out on the first try (without a reference). So I tried and I tried to save the drawing. Sad to say, despite my best efforts, she didn’t make it ( insert slow sad head shake here).


This story gets even more sad. I inked her hands in to try and comfort myself and they lost their prettiness. Is there no end of my artistic agony!?

Oh yeah, for some reason I tried to draw a feathered raptor. Just ignore it.