It’s funny that the subject for Scribble Picnic with Michael McVean this week is Rabbit because I just happen to be playing around with possible designs for my book about Elsie Rabbit.  I scribbled this one out quickly this morning and like the yellow much better than pink, which I tried out yesterday.  Sorry for […]

Today’s scribble:  The Grandfather Clock. I’ve always been fascinated by the Grandfather Clock.  They seem to appear in all the stories, especially those with mice.  When Michael listed the Grandfather Clock for today’s Scribble Picnic, it was a chance to get on Google images and look at all the wonderful Grandfather Clocks on the web.

It’s been a long couple of weeks.  I had some cancer removed from my face which was not a very pleasant experience.  Then they did a skin graft to fill in the rather large hole.  I spent five days with barely any vision and used the time to color and draw, simple but expressive drawings.

I think I just squeezed in to the Scribble Picnic for this week.  I’m working so hard to get my book finished this month that I almost didn’t do the Picnic this week.  But I discovered that a watercolor scribble is really what it is all about and that I can do that between pages.

I have this big party going on inside of me, with all the bells and whistles. It is so big I can hardly contain it. I want to share it with everyone, but there is nothing to say. It is just a feeling inside me. Something I read, or something exciting I was thinking about.

It’s Scribble Picnic again.  This week is Cabin.  You can see all the beautiful cabin art at Scribble Picnic by clicking on the link.  This week I was thrilled to work together with my daughter Chloe.  She is eleven and also an artist/writer.  I am going to share her cabin picture first: She used colored

Strathmore journal Meeden Empty Watercolor Tins with 48 Half Pans  

Over on Dotty Hill there is a Scribble Picnic going on.  I saw that and decided to give it my best shot.  On Sunday I began to work on the “Octopus” and started with a sketch. Next I photocopied it because it was just on ordinary sketchbook paper, pencils and crayons sketchbook paper.  Then I

There is a force, bigger than the universe and it lives in me. It gives me strength to love myself and go against my fears. It gives me strength to march forward when I would surely halt. It says to me from within “Do It Anyway, You’ll see” “I’ll help you and lead you and

I’m not a number or a color but a fraction in the Praise Team. If I were a color I would be orange, because orange is vibrant and creative. Not just any orange. Not yellow orange like my pencil. Deep, bright, sparkly orange like a tangerine or like the polish on my toe nails. Technically