The caption reads, "The ghost was always borrowing her favorite dresses without asking." This story fragment popped into my head one night last week when I was having trouble sleeping. Whenever I go through a little bout of sleeplessness, I use those extra waking hours to think up entertaining little things like this. It keeps me from tossing and turning and getting frustrated. Click on the image for a better peek at the whole thing. And here's a closer look at our protagonist's (perhaps too subtle) expression of quietly resigned irritation:
I started this blog as a virtual extension of my artist's journals, to catalogue my studio practices, and to share ideas and bits of inspiration. Along the way, little personal, non-art related anecdotes have worked their way into the mix.