CJ's Blackbird...

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly...

Always a favorite Beatles song of mine, I learned it's the theme song for a young friend born with cerebral palsy. She wanted her third tattoo to be the Beatles' blackbird. I offered to try my hand at the design, which evolved to better-fit CJ as she soars fiercely and confidently at 9 miles/hour in her wheelchair. And always fueled by her need to help the less fortunate.

...Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.

Adds Up...

Numbers lie when emotions are involved.

Deja' VooDoo...

...from back in my younger daze.


1990, blood & feathers on cheap-ass card stock.

Time for a commercial...

Time for a commercial break and a prayer...

Ho-HO-HO Ya'll...

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...

with Holiday Magic and a Wonder-Filled New Year!

From top to bottom: Princess Emmaline, Jasper, Louie-Louise, and Luna.

Tell me who I REALLY am...

I've had my astrological chart done three times in my life. The first was by someone with a personal agenda; I learned that I attract crazies. The second was done by my mother-in-law before she even met me. She never discussed it with me. The last was a quickie-fund-raising reading; I learned I'm an artist. But I still don't know who I really am.

Apparently, I'm no wiser this year with attending monthly astrology meetings. However, it's been a good time to work on my freeform sketching. I've also met some nice and very interesting folks. Then with just a bit of bartering, this time next month, I may have my answers as the president of the StL chapter is personally doing my chart.

So now I'm feeling very awkward and vulnerable. I hope she still likes me when it's all done.

Hoppy Halloween...

I made this card from one of my all time favorite photos taken of Franklin as a puppy lounging on one of Bob Cassilly's frog sculptures located in Lafayette Park. I have this photo as a series and am making cards of it to sell on Etsy. (Oh, and my ex, the photographer, shall remain none-the-wiser and clueless.)