I knew something looked wrong about chi wa wa s, but, what, what's missing? My spellcheck was a traitor. Chihuahuas.

Flowers Who Can See You

This is a little shadow box thingy that I thought would be a nice wedding present for my friend who just got married. In the usual way, I did not finish it til after the wedding, but it had to go through the obvious incarnations before it really worked.
The doves are like love. LOVE! All you need is it!!

It's rustic, y'all!

Mom and dad were out and we went for a little hike at that picnic spot before paint rock, on the other side of the road, you know? Last year it was full of ticks and when Jesse and I and Blue all went for a hike, we got home and, Jesse was clean, even Blue was pretty clean, but I had like 20 ticks on me that I kept finding at intervals even though I had showered to within an inch of my life—anyway, when I and mom, (see what a bitch grammar is?) dad, Jesse, and blue went up there in September, it was beautiful and sunlit and I found a bunch of amazing things. At one point we were all holding these enormous pinecones all saying, “look at thi. . . oh.” at the same time. I found reds and softs and twiggies and conie-pines and mu mu mushrooms and. . . no ticks! So I strung them out on this wreath thingy that I found at the dump. I forgot that wire picks work best, so it’s wrapped in upholstery thread leftover from Diana and the Button Days. Reminds me of me mam and da.

I did this clock over four times for perfection reasons. This is the first draft. I like drawing dogs, but the other night I was listening to a boring book about a psychopath twin thing and stopped listening somewhere near when there’s a startling discovery, and started narrating the drawing a la Bob Ross, and it was like, “first we take some brown, and then a little more brown, make sure the brush is saturated with brown because dogs are brown- or black—in that case get a lot of black on your brush. Finally, use the brown or the black to render a dog! The dogs are all so cute and they’re so well taken care of. I like that. This week I did three clocks which I forgot completely to take pictures of, they were a lab and a fuzzy terrier thing, Chloe and Sam, and a wrinkly underwear-stealer called Atticus and then these two tiny chihuahuas wearing Steeler jerseys (football team) and they are so eager and adorable, and the clock was, thank god, Steeler themed. Don’t worry about that. Gold and Black. Got it.

Greenhouse

In Vermont, my hometown, it is 27 degrees, there is snow, more so in the hills. Nevertheless, two things are happening, the auger in my parents’ pellet stove is delicately pushing pellets down the fun-world slide, into the hot heat, delivering an economical and conscious heat—and here, in 52 degree Hot Springs, in a tiny 3 by 6 frame, my delicious little spinach babies are popping out of the soil as though it were spring itself. Nice.