Birds on the brain...

Hop scotch under the Cherry Tree

1...2...3...4...sky?


A suggestion from Linda. I nixed it immediately but it stuck in my brain all night until the next day when I came up with a solution to make it work.

"Sky", may become "home"...but Linda swore the end word when she was growing up was sky....

I could have sworn it was "home", but I was the shy kid at recess under the tree with my nose in a book.

He's just not that into you...

Maybe if you introduced yourself.

Maybe when the timing is right.

Maybe when you get that new shiny bike for your birthday.

He'll notice you then, right?

Looking at her in color it seems to me that she is plotting how to get his attention then feeling rejected because he doesn't know she exists.

I still need a new scanner...

A good book.

A good book.

A vivid imagination.

A grassy knoll and a tree for comfort.

Travel without the suitcase.

Not sure if in the color version I will keep the castle.

Tree Mural for Ella

This was painted in September. My friend Erica was pregnant at the time and wanted something unique in her child's room. So she asked me if I would be willing to paint a tree. I jumped at the chance.

This was long before we would know the sex of the baby, for Ella was modest in the womb.

The sketches:

Close ups: