Things I found in my purse

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!

Invisible

I love the simplicity of drawing.  In less than 20 minutes I can have an image that I enjoy.

Painting is so different.  It is a whole new language I am only beginning to learn to speak.  And the images take me ten times as long to create.

Heart Grow Smaller

A little something from my sketchbook.  Dated December 2011.

Why lady lark?

Lady lark is a piece of me.

She is half bird, half woman, and comes in many faces.

She is a mother hen.

She is a fierce protector.

She is a symbol – signifying the merging of the self with the soul.

She tends her nest.

She gives birth.

Her heart has wings.