Art and Illustrations by Amy H. Robinson

What a day.  I had a meltdown moment, a snuggle during nap time, some Indian food from a box, and a little drawing turned out that made me happy.  I scanned and played with it in Photoshop, and here is what came out.

I’ve been working on a number of paintings and also working on a children’s picture book.  The images do not appear in a linear fashion.

My life also takes me down roads and away from this connection that is so important to me.  So I guess I’m saying – sorry for not blogging more.  But at the same time I’m saying, hey this is my life.  I won’t be linear I guess, but I’ll do what I can.

How do you like my bunny girl?

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This one is for Britt.

Still drying.  Perhaps not quite done.  And a little blurry in this photo, alas.

Sometimes things do not go as planned.

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So the other morning before work I was going through my purse.  Oh my god.  So much stuff in there.

And I found lots of little tidbits of things, treasures that appealed to me too much to throw away.  Here are a few of them scanned for your viewing pleasure.

I suppose it bears mentioning that the woman is yet another rending of my lady lark.  Some day I will have her sorted out.  But for now, she appears all over in many ways.  I have a bunch of silly versions of her that I should post soon.  One is yet another drawing found crammed in my purse.  Perhaps I will post it soon!


I have been working on this painting for like, ever.  And now it is finally done.

This was one of those babies that I thought I got perfect, and then I thought “oh I can get that even more perfect.”  {Cough.}  Which is not quite how it worked out.  Some repainting later, and here we are.  I am rather pleased.


I finished it this morning in seventy degree sunshine on my front porch.  Total bliss.  Kids playing inside on my iPad.  Husband working on his bike in the driveway.

Neighbors chatting on porches.  Le sigh.  Total summer goodness.

The good life.

P.S. My Pinterest profile is taking on a life of its own.


Finally, I am able to finish posting about Indigo, her place, and her fabulous art.

I need to start this post with a huge DISCLAIMER:  Please, please note that the photos were all taken with my first edition iPhone camera.  They were taken as they are, hanging on walls, some up high such that my camera had to be at an angle to take them.  I used natural light, even though one looks like it has a flash (the portrait below).  This was because of strong light coming in from the window.

What I am realizing as I review the photos, is that I did not manage to take photos of enough of her portraits.  She does many of them, and they are cherished in our family.  I will have to share those at a later date.  However, I did get this self-portrait of her, below:

I’m very sad about the uneven light on this one, because it is such a powerful portrait when you see it in person.

One of the most inspiring things I find about Indigo is how easily she adheres to her own belief system, without doubting herself.  For example, during one conversation she expressed complete disbelief regarding that fact that a person did not believe in reincarnation.  I loved it.  She just keeps going, unselfconsciously.  I need more of that in my life.

One movement that she is very excited about for the last few years is the Anastasia movement.  I confess I know very little about it.  If you look on youtube, there is a series of videos about it and people who have implemented it in their lives.  It is called “The Space of Love.”  Indigo is featured in segment 4, here.  Check it out!

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Last week I did a post about my aunt, Indigo.  (Find it here.)  In this post I am sharing some images of where she lives and also, at the bottom, my first attempt at an oil painting.  Alas, I did not get to finish it.

I still need to work on the images I took of her paintings, but these images of around her house and garden are great as they are.

Can you just see what a healing, contemplative space this is?

While I was there, Indigo introduced me to the Enneagram personality test.  In case anyone is familiar, I am a type 4, which is called the “Individualist.”  The description has me fairly well pegged – good, bad, and ugly.  Fours are daydreamers, and often lead a richer fantasy life than real life.  One of the things that really stuck with me from doing the reading was that 4s can benefit from realizing that their past selves are not themselves any longer, and that it is ok to let the old selves go because the old self is no longer relevant to the new life.  I’m working on this.  I’m also working on conversion from the dream/fantasy life to actualizing.  It makes for a much richer existence.

Indigo and I had many, many talks.  Mostly over tasty coffee and breakfast or wine and dinner.

She makes fantastic homemade wines, but we also drank some red zins.  During one such talk, Indigo said that she has no regrets about choices she has made in her life.  This also stuck with me, because I am grappling with some of my own major decisions and having a hard time with it.  And I think that this is critical for me… to figure out what it is that I need to do, and do it.

I also hope that when I reach age 73 that I can also say that I have no regrets.

This is that painting I mentioned.  It was inspired by the two iris photos in this post.  I wish I could have had a chance to finish it, but my visit was not long enough.  I am hopeful that my sister will pick it up and finish it.  I like the idea of a collaborative piece with her.


There is something about this painting that has made me uncomfortable.

Not the typical artist discomfort stuff I hem and haw about.  More like… well, the girl’s nude.  This is one of the only paintings where at least part of it just came to me in a flash and actually came out exactly as planned.  But it is different from most of my “feel good” kid stuff or abstract work.  And after I first finished it, I kept her facing the wall for a time because I just didn’t know what to make of her.  I mean I was proud of her, but …

I keep thinking to myself – where would anyone even hang this?

And so a while back I pictured this lush green room.  Maybe a living room or maybe a bedroom.  Lots of plants and dark paint on the wall.  Dark purples and hot pinks in spots.  Or a palette similar to the painting – with dark green and dark blue and pops of orange and yellow.  And a lot of plants growing, tall ones, so that they may even partially obscure her nudity.  (Or in plain language… cover that butt!)  I tried going online to find the perfect room, but was not able to find it.  These though, they seem like they could work.  And it is about time I cleared them off of my desktop…

What do you think?  Can you see it somewhere?

BTW I haven’t forgotten about posting more about Indigo, but this was where my head was at today.

Okay and I confess there is one more thing to describe about this.  And it is the distinction that was pointed out to me years and years ago between “decorative” and “fine art.”  And at the time the term “decorative” was demeaning… undervalued.  I think after all these years with this idea in the back of my mind that I am just fine being decorative.  Because honestly, unless I am going to show my work in galleries, what the heck will I do with my stuff if I do not want to decorate with it?


It has been way too quiet around here, and in part this is because I spent a week traveling.  Here is an old picture of one of the people I visited, my aunt Indigo.

She used to be a model. I bet you can tell that though…

And another one of the two of us together, last week.

Indigo & Me
(Yes! I’m totally digging the yellow pants.)

Indigo is a painter and has spent 25 years gardening.  I cannot tell you how strongly she has influenced me in my life.  Very much so.  I plan to post a number of her paintings here in the next few days.

While I was out, I was able to type out the first draft of one of my children’s stories.  So while I do not have anything new and visual to post, I will post some items from the past that resonate with me.

I have so many ideas cycling through my head.  I struggle with not being able to pen them all down, try them all out.  I could really live my whole life as an artist I think.  Not being able to do it all drives me nuts.  But still, I console myself by the fact that I can at least do some of the projects I imagine.  I just have to stick it out!  Lately though, all these new mediums are appealing to me.  I want to embroider some pillows for my new couch.  I want to try stretching my own canvases.  I have loads of paintings appearing fully formed in my imagination.  What is a girl to do????  One. At. A. Time.

Quote from Edward Gorey (From The World of Edward Gorey interview):

“I used to think years ago, ‘Oh, God, suppose I never think of anything else?  Suppose nothing else ever comes to me?  You better write down everything.’  And I still do, because I never know when I might want to use it.  Now I would rather not have any new ideas.  Unfortunately, I have more than I ever did before.”

I hope you all have a great week!



Thank you everyone for participating in the alphabet card giveaway last week.  I appreciated each and every comment.  While it may seem like shameless self promotion, I really feel as though I have reached that point in my life where I have to follow my heart.  And this is the very first step of that journey.  I am glad to have you with me.

I used a random number generator to select the winner.  El em, please contact me so that I can send you your cards!  (I have also sent you an email…)

There are several more sets available in the shop if anyone is interested.  🙂

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