Vintage Smells

There's a little farm down the street from the house where I grew up.  I went there today and finally, for the first time, sat and sketched.  They have a collection of vintage tractor, a collection of curly-haired cows, and the kind of farm smell that's good for the soul.  It was the first time all week I was able to shut my brain off and just sit.  This is why I love drawing so much- it gives me quiet in my world where, lately, it's been so loud.

Zeee Cupcake of Printed Glory.

I love print making.  I soooo do.  Never took a class- it's a dying art unfortunately- only because of the useful but static computer.  You can do so much with the adobe products but... can they do this, folks?  No!  Lush, hand drawn carved little beauties always get the best of me.  And I did all of this when I was supposed to be working on freelance.  Dear me, I'm hopeless....

You are still you, always.

I've been moving. It's been hard and my heart is fighting it. But I have to remember I am not defined by where I live, what I wear, the technology I own, not even the art I make. I am still me even if I leave it all behind.