ok i lied. one more post!

acrylic on canvas 5x7

ian worked 67 hours last week on a major project (can anyone say "gnarly?"), so needless to say there was an abundance of lonely hours as my best friend faithfully plodded along for us.  i sat down to paint out of sheer boredom and had finished the tree (from a picture taken off my phone of a tree near Cuesta) and the yellow part when jeff pyle called and wanted to see if he could buy a small painting for his mum for christmas.

"i want it to have nature in it"

"how 'bout this one?" as i texted him a picture of what i had so far, the paint not even dry on it.

he ended up buying it for his mum!  i love God's perfect choreography :)

merry christmas, see you next year!

see you soon

the time for art has diminished this month- big surprise right?  this is a busy season FOR SURE.

stay tuned though.  ian and i are going up to washington for christmas, so this will be my last post till the beginning of the year-

after that?

mas pintando. :)

in other news, i've been listening to a guy named J. Tillman recently (he plays in the band Fleet Foxes normally).  un-bloody-believable songwriting.  very much like iron and wine in cadence.  i highly recommend for those of you who, like me, like their music to be about the pace of a heartbeat.  sloooow and oh so meaningful and lonesome :)

peace out.

pics from the jen m's.

how do we begin to comprehend cuteness like Mateos?

beautiful sisters.  some people have all the gene-pool luck :)

old, old friends.

caught me eating again.  sheesh.  is that all she does?

that guy is HOT.  arent you jealous?

see.  he likes me. :)

cas andersen= best 5 months ever (so far)

;)

one of them might hit me in the heart

gouache on bookcover

dear Lord, help us to feel.

letters to God

this is a photo from LIFE magazine by David Silverman.  the caption reads:

      "Avi Yaniv of the Israeli Postal Authority sorts letters to God to be placed later in the day between the ancient stones of the Western Wall June 15, 2005 in Jerusalem, Israel. Every year hundreds of letters addressed to God, The Messiah, Jesus Christ, The Almighty, and other similar names are collected at a Jerusalem post office and are once a year given to the rabbi of the holy site to be placed in the Wall when, according to Jewish tradition, they will be read by God."

there's something very tender in this.  i'm imagining every one of those letters being held by needy or hurting or joyful or imploring hands.  each one with a signed name, as if God didnt know already who had written it.  a touchable manifestation of our childlike desire to talk with God.

i wonder if they realize He already knows what they say.  

He knew the pain that led to the thought that led to the words to describe it that led to the motion of the hand writing it.

He already knows what they say.

you can't assume.

gouache, watercolor and acrylic varnish on book cover

"the meek shall inherit the earth"

gouache on book cover