tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50870998898200136682024-03-12T23:13:58.373-04:00BirdwomanKaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.comBlogger274125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-59409312657677525102012-01-25T15:12:00.000-05:002012-01-25T15:12:58.310-05:00New Drawings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwifCgj3OcixLv0YxOW-Yhcan7YIdWSHgnoohfioq8APXmuHTEcN_B7LovEQbug6zwIdTwWAig334fzpwkmTUaadeD5cu4FWGhQ84h1zbUxcvs7O5o8zxFoM8zkzKt4Z_n7cOPr4np4g2/s1600/ALittleOfftheTop.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZwifCgj3OcixLv0YxOW-Yhcan7YIdWSHgnoohfioq8APXmuHTEcN_B7LovEQbug6zwIdTwWAig334fzpwkmTUaadeD5cu4FWGhQ84h1zbUxcvs7O5o8zxFoM8zkzKt4Z_n7cOPr4np4g2/s400/ALittleOfftheTop.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8IEV-EcXlgZxlsNV_Cu4f1ts1XXG-9rZ5cl5l3QH4zrbPsYrOdNdI7raKiKvXSAKOGm0oCQA6JwpZgY8CCCsIBvoEDX_VKuwcXkU6D5FqpoSECvdz6LUvFp91O4bCy6svOxLtbOO4643l/s1600/WildHarbingersofSpring.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8IEV-EcXlgZxlsNV_Cu4f1ts1XXG-9rZ5cl5l3QH4zrbPsYrOdNdI7raKiKvXSAKOGm0oCQA6JwpZgY8CCCsIBvoEDX_VKuwcXkU6D5FqpoSECvdz6LUvFp91O4bCy6svOxLtbOO4643l/s400/WildHarbingersofSpring.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>For the Teeny Tiny Art Show at <a href="http://www.threegracesgallery.com/">Three Graces!</a> Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-7167488095095949302011-11-10T13:30:00.001-05:002011-11-10T13:31:36.992-05:00Illustration Friday: Stripes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUrQ1msMCuQJYz9S2_sd4yfGb91-gfsHiuVB_T33JegtVpkOVZqQNiR_PuGVHuZJjIWLK5Xz0qdqmOsyMezMvw8scQCWpk-dhYncGKUBx4V7XVW2bbampYKdXNHigEgr8iQ6xtLiNiweal/s1600/Stripes_Final.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUrQ1msMCuQJYz9S2_sd4yfGb91-gfsHiuVB_T33JegtVpkOVZqQNiR_PuGVHuZJjIWLK5Xz0qdqmOsyMezMvw8scQCWpk-dhYncGKUBx4V7XVW2bbampYKdXNHigEgr8iQ6xtLiNiweal/s640/Stripes_Final.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This week's Illustration Friday prompt is "stripes." <a href="http://kaetlynwilcox.blogspot.com/2010/08/here-are-two-more-idiom.html">I just can't resist</a> messing around with idioms, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amelia_Bedelia">Amelia Bedilia</a>-style. I made this little drawing with graphite on two overlapping sheets of dura-lar:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjh67h900ZuFPaHwOgRaf3TGcqZNPvev7zXOHYCtbwasiDSS0LCZ-tx2kwPa-LQrfJfQ841oG0CgMBDTSk2czvUnE0Xl6CHxFnQh2G032dpHVlgkLLUj_x94ujrm9TfodJUyWUhzPmyKEv/s1600/Stripes2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjh67h900ZuFPaHwOgRaf3TGcqZNPvev7zXOHYCtbwasiDSS0LCZ-tx2kwPa-LQrfJfQ841oG0CgMBDTSk2czvUnE0Xl6CHxFnQh2G032dpHVlgkLLUj_x94ujrm9TfodJUyWUhzPmyKEv/s640/Stripes2.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKpUawKU1lRZS-ztSx6cJdNW9UKcakcLl89sT6l0f2pGTVhEvmHkRI98loFNETzU5mpWz71XWKXXCjgMiTuwlnOqDGDu38Fvvp-q6aQd5ICZhBQ7V_8oenkA_WkGiOIknVy-fZWk_n5vn/s1600/Stripes_Light2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOKpUawKU1lRZS-ztSx6cJdNW9UKcakcLl89sT6l0f2pGTVhEvmHkRI98loFNETzU5mpWz71XWKXXCjgMiTuwlnOqDGDu38Fvvp-q6aQd5ICZhBQ7V_8oenkA_WkGiOIknVy-fZWk_n5vn/s640/Stripes_Light2.JPG" width="640" /></a></div> In other news, I've finally posted some of my bird egg paintings for sale on <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/KaetlynWilcox">Etsy</a>!Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-44859975596382855282011-10-26T11:55:00.001-04:002011-10-26T11:55:59.014-04:00First Frost<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzAPUvg_Lpy-rXBOFSiZ6zXnkx2eVGJdh0OCuC3KCkurgnBdSDwKh251FptUYSl87LJtGenKM04hKmKhKUvvR4oajr7EQi62Ih9BrhVcHFDdmEyZ4l9EQDGDb6DRSNIUIhZzqiyrss2NgZ/s1600/20111026_0099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzAPUvg_Lpy-rXBOFSiZ6zXnkx2eVGJdh0OCuC3KCkurgnBdSDwKh251FptUYSl87LJtGenKM04hKmKhKUvvR4oajr7EQi62Ih9BrhVcHFDdmEyZ4l9EQDGDb6DRSNIUIhZzqiyrss2NgZ/s640/20111026_0099.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> A magical white glaze over everything this morning.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvsZ-TRKHLRs-ieNrA2Dffj-GIEpDWFFC8nPOSMhS8anBw1x7LYW8f_YfxxxzrtO2GiqcI7fa-xs1MN8cq40afLzwYL0F5MlLZelcp8OUEIxrl2rn6mOyHAsIYeUqsypR8ObJBGe0GpWXI/s1600/20111026_0101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvsZ-TRKHLRs-ieNrA2Dffj-GIEpDWFFC8nPOSMhS8anBw1x7LYW8f_YfxxxzrtO2GiqcI7fa-xs1MN8cq40afLzwYL0F5MlLZelcp8OUEIxrl2rn6mOyHAsIYeUqsypR8ObJBGe0GpWXI/s640/20111026_0101.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I found two new bits of treasure at the shop around the corner from our house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf1azHEFDfukT-ENaQUtvA4b5wKHYr8Mbja-q6EbhxPcyEDjOBHQyr5XieZBd0ygL5kSn3UeA3jVQtWDNjbC34KHFFP6gUE13O_D2SGmOnzgCJWH-6iL5A00EgnjHgoIJauCSJz_wKyyY9/s1600/20111026_0103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf1azHEFDfukT-ENaQUtvA4b5wKHYr8Mbja-q6EbhxPcyEDjOBHQyr5XieZBd0ygL5kSn3UeA3jVQtWDNjbC34KHFFP6gUE13O_D2SGmOnzgCJWH-6iL5A00EgnjHgoIJauCSJz_wKyyY9/s640/20111026_0103.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Both pictures are from old stage productions. Ah, they make me swoon! I can't believe my luck!</div>Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-53527753313318188312011-10-21T22:07:00.000-04:002011-10-21T22:07:33.729-04:00Settling In<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEw8GS6A3de6oxNF8LbHlOycToaf4ciU4xLp1J1JKYkWqxWsFLpt9FJqbj59MdHXsOEjxdVnnYIwL9bSir2lIeZ4wLNJAQf5xubqaMkAb7xgVf8T63M620yipNJxCkXFL6PGEOc1DL6qPK/s1600/20111015_0060Blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEw8GS6A3de6oxNF8LbHlOycToaf4ciU4xLp1J1JKYkWqxWsFLpt9FJqbj59MdHXsOEjxdVnnYIwL9bSir2lIeZ4wLNJAQf5xubqaMkAb7xgVf8T63M620yipNJxCkXFL6PGEOc1DL6qPK/s640/20111015_0060Blog.JPG" width="426" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyPdZ7wkDi5vq93Hcu8k-AksdibcaPRdwGmFcf631Ag8KOlkh4M6ErHGbdGhALQR7neZCF8yCWsoVeL_f4ywG6leyiY_BgotlprDjXrO3XVWEkcLXNsVhxv4mQwzrw0hFRZpAWKfaI_oBl/s1600/20111018_0048Blog.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyPdZ7wkDi5vq93Hcu8k-AksdibcaPRdwGmFcf631Ag8KOlkh4M6ErHGbdGhALQR7neZCF8yCWsoVeL_f4ywG6leyiY_BgotlprDjXrO3XVWEkcLXNsVhxv4mQwzrw0hFRZpAWKfaI_oBl/s640/20111018_0048Blog.JPG" width="640" /></a></div> We're finally starting to settle into our new home in Montana. It's a big change for this born and bred New England girl! I love the house we're renting, with it's big windows, claw foot tub and fancy yard. <br />
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And somebody cute turned one this month!<br />
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I have been working a little bit on a series of small graphite drawings.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzPfWgm3c3RVpys_th0OsKXIQGn1qatG2stB4VDpYy7ohVzaT5A7gNvatr9GboGoeXpESln2ExTAs7zkGWTHnG8-htQVniIEYUJGGJ3_KRf53UKPR0DvLV4O5NMv5DyVgcbmevAzlj-v3/s1600/Chatting_Toads.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzPfWgm3c3RVpys_th0OsKXIQGn1qatG2stB4VDpYy7ohVzaT5A7gNvatr9GboGoeXpESln2ExTAs7zkGWTHnG8-htQVniIEYUJGGJ3_KRf53UKPR0DvLV4O5NMv5DyVgcbmevAzlj-v3/s640/Chatting_Toads.JPG" width="550" /></a></div>I love where the work is headed and I have about a million ideas for more images. Once we're settled in our new home, with things nicely tucked away and baby-proofed, I expect to have more time to work, and more time to share!Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-68436972821306595802011-06-17T10:54:00.001-04:002011-06-17T10:54:51.477-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt8uss_eWbmdigKZiqeK_SA69ypsDnkLrJJz1CNbt6nI8u3hH3sKcaqilMk9kkKhBQe2QteQELMKDqDF5rl8cu906N_6NTkcVgzhw_wmgk4BRPwDm5SNSCuUk9PzV9sDJSH4ABoUHqNgQK/s1600/Forest+Drawing+Almost+finished.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt8uss_eWbmdigKZiqeK_SA69ypsDnkLrJJz1CNbt6nI8u3hH3sKcaqilMk9kkKhBQe2QteQELMKDqDF5rl8cu906N_6NTkcVgzhw_wmgk4BRPwDm5SNSCuUk9PzV9sDJSH4ABoUHqNgQK/s640/Forest+Drawing+Almost+finished.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Progress is slow but steady these days. I blame my baby for being such a fun little guy. Now that we're all finally getting some good sleep, and spending more time laughing than crying, amnesia has set in and I'm ready to pop out a hundred more babies. I have only vague, hazy memories of being completely overwhelmed by the newborn and early infant stages. Was all of that swaddling and yoga ball bouncing just a dream? I still find the occasional earplug tucked in a pocket, or rolling around the bottom of a drawer, that proves it was all real. <br />
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I'm also in the process of packing up my studio. I've decided not to renew my lease for another year. There's a good chance we might be relocating out west for a year or so, and even if we end up staying in Massachusetts, it's hard to justify the expense when I'm only going to the studio once a week. I always thought that if the time ever came for me to give up my space, it would be a sad, difficult transition--a regression, or even worse, <i>the death of a dream</i>. So I'm shocked to find that it doesn't feel that way. In the context of everything else, it feels like part of a new adventure.Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-84956209204993005502011-05-25T16:33:00.004-04:002011-05-25T16:40:32.104-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTga1Qwdc26Om8Nld13pM0H3v3pIHoSf-8UIcsURfifVo_dhBlWruub_UgUf-49F_ZJSF4Wqnv9Ub9_CaR12hVOuj7B6eIwgGV-4SBHthD-6Njv0r_QglOUgjqEubm3Nt3QRUwDq-9vZbZ/s1600/Forest_Drawing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTga1Qwdc26Om8Nld13pM0H3v3pIHoSf-8UIcsURfifVo_dhBlWruub_UgUf-49F_ZJSF4Wqnv9Ub9_CaR12hVOuj7B6eIwgGV-4SBHthD-6Njv0r_QglOUgjqEubm3Nt3QRUwDq-9vZbZ/s640/Forest_Drawing.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioG01hR9SxGY8ZTelYnGSCcaUi2ICMHYP3WkvNjpGVGSK7pYvUINR9eRAUASTrDc-4WUmS71aQ7F3N8mMhD4owe1ifM8oePYFso3BQ8DvKKlZf7pLpI7U0XatlTbE57Hichxh50uXmFsrp/s1600/Forest_Drawing_Detail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioG01hR9SxGY8ZTelYnGSCcaUi2ICMHYP3WkvNjpGVGSK7pYvUINR9eRAUASTrDc-4WUmS71aQ7F3N8mMhD4owe1ifM8oePYFso3BQ8DvKKlZf7pLpI7U0XatlTbE57Hichxh50uXmFsrp/s640/Forest_Drawing_Detail.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>I've been working on this drawing for the last little while. Deciding to work in grayscale was originally a sort of compromise. It's so fast (compared to painting) that I can complete the kind of large, textured, detailed images that I crave in a reasonably short amount of time. Motherhood is making me practical. And while pragmatism is not the most romantic source of inspiration, I find I've fallen in love (again) with good ol' graphite. Really, I think it's just dreamy.Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-34198466113277009112011-04-08T10:08:00.000-04:002011-04-08T10:08:18.085-04:00I thought I knew.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIEjzlaDIr2W54vyhG8evpT29r-p66iI8YPXy32EsHNCGZIMr3Ea8ir1kxaqCUXEEIlRwCREGiXu-SxClxHJMJmoNRNai9-f6pQ3q18mfBFHbofGglrYIhGLTefYwk10OaVGFUpt7Izfgd/s1600/Robert_Jumping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIEjzlaDIr2W54vyhG8evpT29r-p66iI8YPXy32EsHNCGZIMr3Ea8ir1kxaqCUXEEIlRwCREGiXu-SxClxHJMJmoNRNai9-f6pQ3q18mfBFHbofGglrYIhGLTefYwk10OaVGFUpt7Izfgd/s640/Robert_Jumping.jpg" width="426" /></a></div>After nearly six months, I thought I knew all there was to know about baby poop. My education on the subject began early on, when a particular projectile poop incident precipitated Robert's graduation from incubator to open air crib. That day our nurse was the one (and only one) who had a vaguely bad attitude, and who, when she witnessed our little redecorating scheme declared, "Well I'm not cleaning that up. Let's move him to a crib and see if he can maintain his body temperature." Poop lesson one: it's OK to make on-the-fly, seemingly willy-nilly, trial-and-error decisions when it comes to infant medical care.<br />
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Well, last Wednesday we had a multi-sensory poop experience unlike anything I've seen before. While I immediately got out my phone, took a picture of the wreckage, and sent it to my husband at work, I'll spare <i>you</i> the gory details. But like so many aspects of baby care and motherhood, it just goes to show, the second you feel like you've "mastered" the twists and turns of this crazy carnival ride, BAM! Everything changes. And we haven't even started solids yet.Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-26502636109041062011-03-21T10:05:00.002-04:002011-03-21T10:05:45.001-04:00Alien Pods and Penguins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6482q7gjkLx_yDDOzhEgrvXjhbhXEulJ24lBAGejlAlqgJszc8T_ItK6dNpAXsaNaGF2MwVEnionU2qd4TH83rhE6APVvqSpgooDYMtQhkvtZ-Hk-5FH1noK-OeqPvB7jLZ5sVKEczMyS/s1600/Alien_Pods_and_Penguins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6482q7gjkLx_yDDOzhEgrvXjhbhXEulJ24lBAGejlAlqgJszc8T_ItK6dNpAXsaNaGF2MwVEnionU2qd4TH83rhE6APVvqSpgooDYMtQhkvtZ-Hk-5FH1noK-OeqPvB7jLZ5sVKEczMyS/s640/Alien_Pods_and_Penguins.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Some more elements sketched in.....Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-15295492924085229042011-03-05T14:58:00.001-05:002011-03-05T15:01:46.311-05:00Ruins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTP8Gi7Cu34JpEN8AVtvDIDPJdLOobYpMGPGpvaS_L7vI6O47xA8lNbvrN_B6cyU7dDY2t3HyYwa3Njh6a-VFVrL0ROjCkJKOcod0W8_v5a4lkA-bNkUbr-2-zLW5xrHkWoJhbCzJcRwV/s1600/Ruins_added.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTP8Gi7Cu34JpEN8AVtvDIDPJdLOobYpMGPGpvaS_L7vI6O47xA8lNbvrN_B6cyU7dDY2t3HyYwa3Njh6a-VFVrL0ROjCkJKOcod0W8_v5a4lkA-bNkUbr-2-zLW5xrHkWoJhbCzJcRwV/s640/Ruins_added.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7J0YPIC9MhFfKQUPqKVnJn7V5ntlYs9OeXBTXIXxSVPcE5rusbwMRMc2S8lPATUuqmpu2WAUtRgqytM5gCXjuc67u5KxczIEGSFKaqOnT7QMsR3J3IBMHLJOfJrzO-bYqnk1MdtijmJkk/s1600/Ruins_detail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7J0YPIC9MhFfKQUPqKVnJn7V5ntlYs9OeXBTXIXxSVPcE5rusbwMRMc2S8lPATUuqmpu2WAUtRgqytM5gCXjuc67u5KxczIEGSFKaqOnT7QMsR3J3IBMHLJOfJrzO-bYqnk1MdtijmJkk/s640/Ruins_detail.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Getting a little bit further on this piece. I <i>would</i> have used my studio day a little better if I hadn't had to make an emergency run to Target for some breast pump parts that I'd left at home. It's very difficult to paint while engorged.</div>Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-44211957628212012552011-02-22T18:23:00.001-05:002011-02-22T18:23:42.318-05:00The Start of Something New<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhlJ6jGHm42Tmfd-l8cwD1Jgu1VE72a7Ne-b1e3i6BiwWEvX6uCnFb_cPr5NFpcRCZaBOlwa0ks3bBpQrNnZp_opZnJYMVAs9H2ABSvVuMiN-mvhYbtEohKpICABqtrfTayysC7hRopfe/s1600/Backdrop.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="380" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZhlJ6jGHm42Tmfd-l8cwD1Jgu1VE72a7Ne-b1e3i6BiwWEvX6uCnFb_cPr5NFpcRCZaBOlwa0ks3bBpQrNnZp_opZnJYMVAs9H2ABSvVuMiN-mvhYbtEohKpICABqtrfTayysC7hRopfe/s640/Backdrop.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Today was my first day back to the studio (in 4.5 months!) without le bébé. My mom is going to take care of Robert every Tuesday so that I can sneak in some studio time. I've had a big undersea piece in my head for a while. It will be interesting to see how the image unfolds, since there will be big, week-long chunks of time between each working session. One thing's for sure: I have <i>never</i> had a more focused work day in my life. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjUZT4DUuHF9d4N0lYcbg9FzLqwkyRv6e6LFhfs1ugPwT3AqmbHzAdyrwDDqmW6Mhgtvy9wzCdz9T7cbtvWcULyXtidSrdgmBw1f-5mt14OJuQ9k9FiyNXB3xRth1DQMSxjmtPbbUeVbg/s1600/Something_New.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIjUZT4DUuHF9d4N0lYcbg9FzLqwkyRv6e6LFhfs1ugPwT3AqmbHzAdyrwDDqmW6Mhgtvy9wzCdz9T7cbtvWcULyXtidSrdgmBw1f-5mt14OJuQ9k9FiyNXB3xRth1DQMSxjmtPbbUeVbg/s640/Something_New.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">When I first walked into the studio and saw a little rattle lying in the otherwise empty Pack 'N Play, I confess, I got a little choked up. I haven't been away from Robert very much since we brought him home from the hospital. But I recovered quickly, and after about a nanosecond of basking in my glorious aloneness I was all, "Baby? What baby?" </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I tried bringing R.J. to the studio with me a few weeks ago. Including our time in transit, it ended up taking me 4 hours to stretch one piece of watercolor paper. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhW6UhwP6Y8n0SZqCi1KpF2QSMdBqf1inXm6eQXtUNZCTM3qNr1kDddK1uizOzCVSzCM0Elqk6WT-QPvs6plJK5czd4MmBVIPN_1cXFDxdkAK-g6c2SqSYwwlAG0ihpZXW4dx3d2QFfPn/s1600/RJ_in_studio2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhW6UhwP6Y8n0SZqCi1KpF2QSMdBqf1inXm6eQXtUNZCTM3qNr1kDddK1uizOzCVSzCM0Elqk6WT-QPvs6plJK5czd4MmBVIPN_1cXFDxdkAK-g6c2SqSYwwlAG0ihpZXW4dx3d2QFfPn/s640/RJ_in_studio2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>My most astonishing feat on that particular day was getting R.J. to nap in the studio:<br />
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I've been taking these great new mom and baby classes at <a href="http://www.isisparenting.com/">Isis Parenting</a>. A few weeks ago one of the other ladies in class said, "I just want to take a shower without someone sitting and crying in a vibrating chair outside the door." Even though my <i>literal</i> shower this morning did, in fact, include someone sitting and crying in a vibrating chair outside the door, my <i>metaphorical</i> shower was very peaceful and productive;)Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-3851920047988288712011-01-18T11:46:00.002-05:002011-01-18T11:47:08.452-05:00Did You See....the November Anthropologie catalogue? I've been meaning to post about it since it arrived two months ago! The art direction was rather fabulous:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja0Xadf-kjGX490KnfBt8n4JmloHuWzkfMMdqOyLbd7kGJ7NANPaNoUT5RvHeSYjmMPJ2LAfqXLqjXLubRzInYVEP8bkYjaznZXJXgNlk1hLOFk1pJz0AF6dsqMYozz18sxEzy03mBsg2f/s1600/Anthropologie_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja0Xadf-kjGX490KnfBt8n4JmloHuWzkfMMdqOyLbd7kGJ7NANPaNoUT5RvHeSYjmMPJ2LAfqXLqjXLubRzInYVEP8bkYjaznZXJXgNlk1hLOFk1pJz0AF6dsqMYozz18sxEzy03mBsg2f/s400/Anthropologie_3.jpg" width="285" /></a></div>Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-1465912103112771852011-01-17T09:54:00.004-05:002011-01-17T10:01:00.893-05:00A Little Personal Piece<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrqtXQCiwNkVUArK2Ah1nOubLeqfv53c2IB7_jngZhVsl3IOj01QX9WDvk5XM70my44CPOq5wAlYYsXW3VkRa97Vc_tqtrwXr6I3hRRYahtI7edh1_v6u_ptf6X-aFQAtLxBtMBfinrLy/s1600/baby_blue_jay_rewritten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinrqtXQCiwNkVUArK2Ah1nOubLeqfv53c2IB7_jngZhVsl3IOj01QX9WDvk5XM70my44CPOq5wAlYYsXW3VkRa97Vc_tqtrwXr6I3hRRYahtI7edh1_v6u_ptf6X-aFQAtLxBtMBfinrLy/s640/baby_blue_jay_rewritten.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">This is the first thing I've created (besides a freezer full of breast milk) since Robert was born. It's a personal drawing, a re-imagined story of <a href="http://kaetlynwilcox.blogspot.com/2010/06/tiny-visitor.html">this little fledgling</a>. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">My son had to stay in the hospital for 18 days after I was discharged, and I wanted to make something to illustrate that part of our story. When the little blue jay bombed out of <i>his</i> nest too early, his mother kept trying to feed him, and would dive bomb anyone who got too close to her chick. The awful part was that she seemed (pardon the anthropomorphism here) <i>so</i> sad. She would perch on the electrical wires directly above him and let out these awful, keening cries all day long. <br />
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During our early preemie days, when it was time for me to go home and leave Robert for the night, I couldn't help thinking about that mama blue jay. I probably sounded an awful lot like her too, sobbing my way down the Mass. Pike. And I would think about her each morning, on the way into the hospital, when I would become almost feverish if I got caught in traffic. Once I was in the hospital, it took incredible amounts of self control for me to refrain from body checking people out of path on my way up to the nursery. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpunorlEWa8yDRoldnmd-0mSIFHmvoZmk_dGT_fD3Z0F2XObgUnl0cck79TH85U4tjkuTwlJcpkSwHO09soSdHS5DMEpatoldhPdZk66qW46Ms7LzFIXfl5Ct9qk-CKhBFIGum3HvNqWA6/s1600/fledgling_closeup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpunorlEWa8yDRoldnmd-0mSIFHmvoZmk_dGT_fD3Z0F2XObgUnl0cck79TH85U4tjkuTwlJcpkSwHO09soSdHS5DMEpatoldhPdZk66qW46Ms7LzFIXfl5Ct9qk-CKhBFIGum3HvNqWA6/s400/fledgling_closeup.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>But I knew that in the end, my own little early bird was going to be just fine, thanks to all of the high tech equipment feeding him and keeping him warm.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNlVntQJPuIxmuvst-AJjsa7_plVt9XQ7db7lzyZ1sSjMufhq6yQy3d2wCp1EYHaFCQRUev9ciIsmtqXFWNv5p01Xk0SSuvrQohcODtqecRi5ALelxs9jwBjxKwmp3CuW1BeChcDYki2Bm/s1600/quit_it_mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNlVntQJPuIxmuvst-AJjsa7_plVt9XQ7db7lzyZ1sSjMufhq6yQy3d2wCp1EYHaFCQRUev9ciIsmtqXFWNv5p01Xk0SSuvrQohcODtqecRi5ALelxs9jwBjxKwmp3CuW1BeChcDYki2Bm/s400/quit_it_mom.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And now he's a little chubbalub:)</div>Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-9622368815444448482010-11-22T12:27:00.000-05:002010-11-22T12:27:30.893-05:00Over That Particular Hump<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-8hWeA3hKxjEgoq501Sxh7rWeAansW5XSIef6SN6VgmYGCgBpjaNXz2_jViDzb76Rb4n5996EGLtDiGrt3nAa9ObNx0bj7DcM8vD98OVAndOWqZBJArZf0o_wxZJbRjD5YG-ukcTW2uA/s1600/Robert_Charley_snuggle_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-8hWeA3hKxjEgoq501Sxh7rWeAansW5XSIef6SN6VgmYGCgBpjaNXz2_jViDzb76Rb4n5996EGLtDiGrt3nAa9ObNx0bj7DcM8vD98OVAndOWqZBJArZf0o_wxZJbRjD5YG-ukcTW2uA/s400/Robert_Charley_snuggle_web.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>I've come to terms with the fact that life is <i>all</i> about this baby for the next little while. He's a feisty one, seemingly unlike the mellow baby sidekicks of creative blogging moms out there like <a href="http://uppercase.squarespace.com/uppercase-journal/2010/6/6/my-little-editor.html">Janine</a>. Robert's feedings are very, very frequent, especially during the night, and peppered here and there with bouts of acid reflux. I spend one hour sleeping, one hour feeding him and trying to get him comfortably back to sleep, an hour sleeping, an hour feeding, and so on. Of course, all of this is normal, healthy new baby stuff. It's not as though we have a sickly or colicky baby. In fact, he seems to be a sort of super-preemie. But when you throw in the additional (and somehow unforeseen) necessity of feeding and taking care of <i>myself,</i> it's enough to put my productive artistic life on hold for a bit. Another reason that I haven't been posting much is that I've been struggling emotionally with absolutely ridiculous, nearly crippling amounts of post-NICU anxiety. And, ugh, who wants to read about <i>that</i>? But I'm beginning to feel like a rational human being again. And I'm ready to start looking around the wide world again too. Because I trust (without having to check every five seconds) that he's still breathing.Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-74050024483314225792010-11-16T10:19:00.002-05:002010-11-16T10:22:18.866-05:00Proof of Life:)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">On October 8th I spent the day at the fair. I LOVE the fair. And I meant to post all of these photos later that night, but things came up--like my premature water breakage and whatnot. You can read a nice, concise version of my birth story <a href="http://www.isisparenting.com/blog/index.php/2010/10/25/preemie-birth-story-of-robert-by-kaetlyn/">here</a> if you'd like. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In any case, October and half of November have flown by virtually unrecorded on Birdwoman. So to catch up a bit, I spent most of October visiting my brand new, shiny baby in his fancy river view suite at Mass. General. And when I wasn't there, I was on my way there. Or on my way home from there. Or I <i>was</i> home and chained to my fancy hospital-grade breast pump. Which, despite its fanciness, is not hands-free. And so I spent most of October unable to type. And I've spent the first part of November adjusting to life at home with a new baby, which has been <i>hard.</i> Sleep-deprived is <i>not</i> a good look for me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_3Ebwc3cHD6kJbT77CjPdh_AXliWyuzkoMPHGVAOPPH2jEoudlSYZeRV0nmq_M_f1BVPwVvR94rljwn9zaDzlQKYU0qXs-huqLoCqcbhbKAG1SAm7scfvkQQx7G55Zk_qFshLAUZl1wU/s1600/Crazy_Seuss_Chicken.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_3Ebwc3cHD6kJbT77CjPdh_AXliWyuzkoMPHGVAOPPH2jEoudlSYZeRV0nmq_M_f1BVPwVvR94rljwn9zaDzlQKYU0qXs-huqLoCqcbhbKAG1SAm7scfvkQQx7G55Zk_qFshLAUZl1wU/s400/Crazy_Seuss_Chicken.jpg" width="266" /></a></div>Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-57037505966545546172010-10-15T09:13:00.000-04:002010-10-15T09:13:41.399-04:00So....A Lot Has Happened Since My Last Post....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUwltZaks-J2PEi2OSOvcAOga2cUy_soiU6luruzICQNTRuD7zZIYqN4hpk6C8yx7J6FyPezIi_ODz18VD4YDiKiV0FGWydmpIWo9gyNRVUFM87F4F2TdmQe7DyXdVeZozWQpEWzxzx-9/s1600/Robert_Day3+Blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEUwltZaks-J2PEi2OSOvcAOga2cUy_soiU6luruzICQNTRuD7zZIYqN4hpk6C8yx7J6FyPezIi_ODz18VD4YDiKiV0FGWydmpIWo9gyNRVUFM87F4F2TdmQe7DyXdVeZozWQpEWzxzx-9/s400/Robert_Day3+Blog.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'd like you to meet Robert James Able, born seven weeks early on 10/10/10, weighing in at 4 pounds 12 ounces.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6XIWt8ng3VwTgxdG7fF2OM_tntopXoQ1RQWDy_ZXPF04ogjyCHtfALTLFeBoKxECv-L4Op7hBeoGSnZeH11VpUumWG_ezc1i7ysHQW91KuEDwrK3po3F99Znu5C80pJfM8KWhLjNhAz5M/s1600/Robert_Day3+Blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6XIWt8ng3VwTgxdG7fF2OM_tntopXoQ1RQWDy_ZXPF04ogjyCHtfALTLFeBoKxECv-L4Op7hBeoGSnZeH11VpUumWG_ezc1i7ysHQW91KuEDwrK3po3F99Znu5C80pJfM8KWhLjNhAz5M/s400/Robert_Day3+Blog2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>He's doing great and making lots of progress every day. It even looks like he'll be able to come home pretty soon--within the next few weeks! The story of his arrival is a good one and I'll share it eventually once things settle down a bit. But for now, I'm heading off to the hospital for some snuggling!Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-50205893201576627492010-10-07T19:59:00.002-04:002010-10-07T20:08:29.924-04:00IF: Beneath<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5YNwMgyyIX2LDV-KPbUWVuYRfBlBvr556mqAA9eJxr3_M-f4efRzYmkmo5w8oysafJOvz2wztVY3IJuuAAYH7D3tBXm9ClvYeQznvak6mxRT-qt4Zk3WQUP7E7E2V1_12EuaEUjjlVmo/s1600/IF_Beneath.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5YNwMgyyIX2LDV-KPbUWVuYRfBlBvr556mqAA9eJxr3_M-f4efRzYmkmo5w8oysafJOvz2wztVY3IJuuAAYH7D3tBXm9ClvYeQznvak6mxRT-qt4Zk3WQUP7E7E2V1_12EuaEUjjlVmo/s400/IF_Beneath.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Here's a little ink and scratchboard drawing that I made in response to this week's <a href="http://www.illustrationfriday.com/">Illustration Friday</a> prompt, "beneath." I think <i>beneath</i> is kind of a creepy word, don't you? Creepy swimmy things hidden beneath the waves, slithery snaky things hidden beneath the rocks, etc.... What a perfect word to celebrate October's beginning. I decided to create an illustration of one of my worst childhood fears (there were many): freaky tentacled things hidden beneath the bed. I was a terrible sleeper as a kid. It wasn't until I went to college that I stopped being afraid (I'm talking panic-stricken) of spooky things in the dark. <br />
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In other news, my Etsy shop is <i>almost</i> ready to launch. <i>Almost! </i>I just have a few more policies to work out and little things to tweak, and then it will be up. We've been utterly consumed by birth and baby preparations these days. And napping. Well, I've been consumed by the actual napping while Charley's been consumed by the act of continuously <i>telling</i> me to take a nap.Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-48572320214194709672010-09-27T10:19:00.000-04:002010-09-27T10:19:42.706-04:00A New Cast of Characters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3vgIuOZcIusJIWu_kDnDvtT5dYY_OKhdC-uZ0KkeYhoubnYhuAw1nMydIjVKx9PZ-4Ccc7BzCzueE4CP4KTTwAC-6flnDlSid4OZo7kQmzNuFP6hzCk0RQXHdh1uzh7HDF74HFSw9r7q/s1600/New_Cast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW3vgIuOZcIusJIWu_kDnDvtT5dYY_OKhdC-uZ0KkeYhoubnYhuAw1nMydIjVKx9PZ-4Ccc7BzCzueE4CP4KTTwAC-6flnDlSid4OZo7kQmzNuFP6hzCk0RQXHdh1uzh7HDF74HFSw9r7q/s400/New_Cast.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> I'm working on a new mini egg portrait series that I'm going to put up on Etsy along with listings for custom orders. I'm planning to list some of my small drawings as well. My goal is to launch my shop by the end of this week, so stay tuned!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsVUh08gyDR-RGoxSsap4M_VCssG_y5ZOQppEHrfMSxsvcq629Dq_3MokTdw3stA7WfWY3GYTQxCEYL1Sv8MifbNMsovkGJsE6MQEudtQRFgEQjlg3mP2LB7YJER0alsivH0gsc7GcC3Qd/s1600/New_Cast2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsVUh08gyDR-RGoxSsap4M_VCssG_y5ZOQppEHrfMSxsvcq629Dq_3MokTdw3stA7WfWY3GYTQxCEYL1Sv8MifbNMsovkGJsE6MQEudtQRFgEQjlg3mP2LB7YJER0alsivH0gsc7GcC3Qd/s400/New_Cast2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW0_p5dr4StN8bBO2_so_o-QqhX0XjseU1L9URDO1GPtlXxNn7H8nqZXNR4BMBQw5qFQ8ZZUZel0ylcA5k7csaP8KAmXgwhvUej1lzAu8EhE3iDXliRVMo1P5hGG9j-Cr2VMFq7lh9wABf/s1600/New_Cast3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW0_p5dr4StN8bBO2_so_o-QqhX0XjseU1L9URDO1GPtlXxNn7H8nqZXNR4BMBQw5qFQ8ZZUZel0ylcA5k7csaP8KAmXgwhvUej1lzAu8EhE3iDXliRVMo1P5hGG9j-Cr2VMFq7lh9wABf/s400/New_Cast3.jpg" width="400" /></a></div> With two months left to go, I'm in the home stretch of my pregnancy (holy crippling exhaustion, Batman!) so it's the perfect time for me to be making small, more immediately gratifying things. I have a hard time pulling myself away from my work table when I'm in the process of working through a problem. And since making little things inherently requires less problem-solving than making big things, I can pull myself away more easily in order to give myself little rests throughout the day. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUQbNxZHWqKFsadupyaWaAhcJWgn14F3lwmb6cWhs0hrWkD0fPdP1L7G3SKufu8JCEj6rgqArEFZ0e6_npSWCWya9P1fBm4A2T_8q4GRv4ChtversxkKn0hWQguij8zaOkO8A9w0BCP4Gd/s1600/Cast4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUQbNxZHWqKFsadupyaWaAhcJWgn14F3lwmb6cWhs0hrWkD0fPdP1L7G3SKufu8JCEj6rgqArEFZ0e6_npSWCWya9P1fBm4A2T_8q4GRv4ChtversxkKn0hWQguij8zaOkO8A9w0BCP4Gd/s400/Cast4.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-15584118060971542882010-09-16T18:39:00.003-04:002010-09-16T18:53:08.783-04:00IF: Proverb<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjyN9yZcr__FpoxFKgEGBrU75COcYYPuvq2XNo3Iw1DxjL43qulYhhBInaPWzYnpynkPhyphenhyphen2GjY-4S2t6piGexaNhA2j39zlau9guHwnoiQtYZB12XR1EkpWdtVVkK8V4N1gj0AkYboHz3x/s1600/IF_Proverb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjyN9yZcr__FpoxFKgEGBrU75COcYYPuvq2XNo3Iw1DxjL43qulYhhBInaPWzYnpynkPhyphenhyphen2GjY-4S2t6piGexaNhA2j39zlau9guHwnoiQtYZB12XR1EkpWdtVVkK8V4N1gj0AkYboHz3x/s400/IF_Proverb.jpg" width="342" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here's my interpretation of this week's Illustration Friday theme: <i>proverb. </i>The silver lining came out a little more gray and mushy than I intended, but I didn't want to let the perfect be[come] the enemy of the good [enough].</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifewGtq4Hpu8gShwuo5THsGQyn0VnUC78HF6gjAkKorH_I6efPUavOscrk_egX3pYgCmuq27gQ__UvA4X-BmhuB0Qzw1mCjmYY9U1w6N5Xng6joqY-kcn_i-PgFdq94RFHFczpfFsEoHLr/s1600/tentacles_suitcase_almost_finished.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifewGtq4Hpu8gShwuo5THsGQyn0VnUC78HF6gjAkKorH_I6efPUavOscrk_egX3pYgCmuq27gQ__UvA4X-BmhuB0Qzw1mCjmYY9U1w6N5Xng6joqY-kcn_i-PgFdq94RFHFczpfFsEoHLr/s400/tentacles_suitcase_almost_finished.jpg" width="304" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">And here's where I am with my tentacle illustration. If you click on the images you can get a better look at the details.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUmS1PzV6GChSysutvJtgmcJRsSgU_tyfOQ-PjipcW6JPyJWYxjpCQqhcPC8wSEt34PhpFsaI4_74sC34UQe0317jFwdOQqkFI7HAhcYZek5H0NqyPEZWE9nRLKy1Wolm6s5ZoYgYI7A_/s1600/tentacles_progress_detail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUmS1PzV6GChSysutvJtgmcJRsSgU_tyfOQ-PjipcW6JPyJWYxjpCQqhcPC8wSEt34PhpFsaI4_74sC34UQe0317jFwdOQqkFI7HAhcYZek5H0NqyPEZWE9nRLKy1Wolm6s5ZoYgYI7A_/s400/tentacles_progress_detail.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I think that tentacles might be my new thing.</div>Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-35401752801811487442010-09-15T08:12:00.001-04:002010-09-15T08:13:18.047-04:00In the Beginning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFmA1VHOx1w-7nVrTQlNRedSa_hLUB3OeCVhbg78ZRabl4uNa8pCzB-kC-h9L030c3-hgbDIhaDn4XblwPhj9MXl-toU-FjdbDcxOC78LydzcVsU6BYXjIsAyod0SJMfvIyNqerZKWM1E_/s1600/Tentacles_Underdrawing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFmA1VHOx1w-7nVrTQlNRedSa_hLUB3OeCVhbg78ZRabl4uNa8pCzB-kC-h9L030c3-hgbDIhaDn4XblwPhj9MXl-toU-FjdbDcxOC78LydzcVsU6BYXjIsAyod0SJMfvIyNqerZKWM1E_/s400/Tentacles_Underdrawing.jpg" width="315" /></a></div>Yesterday I came up with the idea for this new piece and began working on it. I'm sort of in love with the drawing. We'll see how it translates into the finished painted version. I was tempted to leave the white ground alone and only paint the suitcase and tentacles, but I decided to take a leap of faith and see what happens:) If this turns into a flaming failure, I'll just redraw it. <br />
<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqg2Kc1doIAqHFrZwB75aMy84fxGq0-fi3Dolz1sBWDSnCoOPsm-G57EDzh-pHoUQfHQbLGXqbXFCsSN4pi3CsA8Rtf2orLiAmorqfXU4kwZ8BXiDmx9ez9oESt3-tGnKhOqEAjbO-1nP8/s1600/Adding_Paint.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqg2Kc1doIAqHFrZwB75aMy84fxGq0-fi3Dolz1sBWDSnCoOPsm-G57EDzh-pHoUQfHQbLGXqbXFCsSN4pi3CsA8Rtf2orLiAmorqfXU4kwZ8BXiDmx9ez9oESt3-tGnKhOqEAjbO-1nP8/s400/Adding_Paint.jpg" width="306" /></a></div>Here's where I left it yesterday afternoon. Today I'll start by calming down some of the blooms and salt effects, and lifting some of the darker areas that are interfering with the composition.<br />
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I've been remiss in my blog reading lately. It felt good to check in with some of my favorites this morning and find these lovely bits:<br />
<ul><li><i><a href="http://thechocolatechipwaffle.blogspot.com/2010/09/poem-fish-soup.html">Fish Soup</a>,</i> a poem on Chocolate Chip Waffle.</li>
<li><a href="http://cathycullis.blogspot.com/2010/09/moving-figures.html">Cathy Cullis</a> sharing a delicious work in progress.</li>
<li>A new <a href="http://missedconnectionsny.blogspot.com/2010/09/black-dress-d-train.html">Missed Connection</a> by Sophie Blackall.</li>
<li><a href="http://artsparktheatre.blogspot.com/2010/09/enchanted-cravat.html">An enchanted cravat</a> on ArtSpark Theatre.</li>
</ul></div>Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-89399269848152911162010-09-09T16:45:00.003-04:002010-09-09T16:49:06.132-04:00IF: Dessert<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUyJQ5eGMKIQxLbbg3L-SW8XF4FHAHIFo7XfxR_V77OppspN9MY-mbordbMALxvO8MEQjQLly8wWKMIYUP0lgDFOruXsLjLVc6XPcRvqXDJ6z2zM1zQrHwjcvn7sdak6x2J-tHrOft4NAo/s1600/IF_Dessert.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUyJQ5eGMKIQxLbbg3L-SW8XF4FHAHIFo7XfxR_V77OppspN9MY-mbordbMALxvO8MEQjQLly8wWKMIYUP0lgDFOruXsLjLVc6XPcRvqXDJ6z2zM1zQrHwjcvn7sdak6x2J-tHrOft4NAo/s400/IF_Dessert.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This little watercolor and gouache number is my submission to this week's <a href="http://illustrationfriday.com/">Illustration Friday</a> theme, <i>dessert</i>. Delicious! Tragically, I'm allergic to strawberries, so Justice Strawberry Shortcake there on the right would make my tongue itch and swell up uncomfortably. But how she tempts me!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ft-F9vDm5z930yfpQqWhyphenhyphen9ZN8riyJFQycV_V2gwj8adLnNEfo7DU8ZJgpdYlIzO8tFjfAys0P1gvhWgDYOrdGCbYnA9EzzYQ_sO5FSMwsDUpRgS8DQFLDHDN4WGvLPiGxct5-kmEB-Kw/s1600/Secret_Garden_blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ft-F9vDm5z930yfpQqWhyphenhyphen9ZN8riyJFQycV_V2gwj8adLnNEfo7DU8ZJgpdYlIzO8tFjfAys0P1gvhWgDYOrdGCbYnA9EzzYQ_sO5FSMwsDUpRgS8DQFLDHDN4WGvLPiGxct5-kmEB-Kw/s400/Secret_Garden_blog.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Et voilà! I finished this self-promotional piece this morning as well. Also painted in watercolor and gouache.Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-27040755739909386432010-09-08T07:45:00.001-04:002010-09-08T07:46:23.485-04:00Dancing light in the kitchen on Sunday morning:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsmIaLCOWd6XXjC8sIZGOqKTTJ4f-CCIja45Drl-qkXg-4wYd5HcNzW0GkPDvZg-QJpzQn4xj2ORWaAlNCdjBI_R30anRhmLPfP56MYxj_G5QtVbPfB3NaQxu2xDsF-Ghme-5Iv7LHL8qO/s1600/Dancing_Light.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsmIaLCOWd6XXjC8sIZGOqKTTJ4f-CCIja45Drl-qkXg-4wYd5HcNzW0GkPDvZg-QJpzQn4xj2ORWaAlNCdjBI_R30anRhmLPfP56MYxj_G5QtVbPfB3NaQxu2xDsF-Ghme-5Iv7LHL8qO/s400/Dancing_Light.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>And a self-promotional illustration that I'm working on:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqTRzPzQ6egC1cfrESt5r0u_aSdKmQpXIq7U_30LP_Im2hjyr1JtWRCw_5W2NibZqRWy_9tF_vWNI5vByJRZV9xYmNn-LpsLgTRUEuMq0e2yw-vY9o5OPfdhRHoAcyXnoKF1FoqQvfIzz/s1600/Secret_Garden_Self_Promotion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFqTRzPzQ6egC1cfrESt5r0u_aSdKmQpXIq7U_30LP_Im2hjyr1JtWRCw_5W2NibZqRWy_9tF_vWNI5vByJRZV9xYmNn-LpsLgTRUEuMq0e2yw-vY9o5OPfdhRHoAcyXnoKF1FoqQvfIzz/s400/Secret_Garden_Self_Promotion.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I'm making a series of mock book covers and other illustration-y things to build up my portfolio. I'll probably finish this one today. Here are some details:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixebMYCnF4EEB-aoAbPMUKf_xikRBiaCj1-PmX6I2v3aGjON-vH8XLrCwJnGckwoVI7aIvl7V5lDZrphw2XvJNCoIBlSud38vBo7CZ6fvrcvx4XGNQAK-6aOO_r-qY12BQKcsJRA9paWwL/s1600/Secret_Garden_detail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixebMYCnF4EEB-aoAbPMUKf_xikRBiaCj1-PmX6I2v3aGjON-vH8XLrCwJnGckwoVI7aIvl7V5lDZrphw2XvJNCoIBlSud38vBo7CZ6fvrcvx4XGNQAK-6aOO_r-qY12BQKcsJRA9paWwL/s400/Secret_Garden_detail.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnyiZSKg4MIESXavIIPDSFYZ-ZVoO8eXua3j4WXw3wi88iOp1J7c5PVjmarSQW0JwI226Mv8KIiBYFziGA97S36sORtCpl3iYLyoXp7oWunuGupom8kvljY3amk_ncrR2Omr2TxEBTKvOO/s1600/Secret_Garden_detail2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnyiZSKg4MIESXavIIPDSFYZ-ZVoO8eXua3j4WXw3wi88iOp1J7c5PVjmarSQW0JwI226Mv8KIiBYFziGA97S36sORtCpl3iYLyoXp7oWunuGupom8kvljY3amk_ncrR2Omr2TxEBTKvOO/s400/Secret_Garden_detail2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-16984791536669203442010-09-02T19:53:00.005-04:002010-09-02T19:59:16.026-04:00IF: Immovable<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ4p_7LjMvPt0ojUSr7F9opg79fmbGv03sjqCl_163W-RwXx53UJ0flklyY0FJqVXguZtv5rHRZGRGDS760daLXbZjiJOg7jgCdLbjrjmvMTVc6S4LlpImBvcUtOrh7hAkX5ebwANQ0nai/s1600/IF_Immovable2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ4p_7LjMvPt0ojUSr7F9opg79fmbGv03sjqCl_163W-RwXx53UJ0flklyY0FJqVXguZtv5rHRZGRGDS760daLXbZjiJOg7jgCdLbjrjmvMTVc6S4LlpImBvcUtOrh7hAkX5ebwANQ0nai/s400/IF_Immovable2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ4p_7LjMvPt0ojUSr7F9opg79fmbGv03sjqCl_163W-RwXx53UJ0flklyY0FJqVXguZtv5rHRZGRGDS760daLXbZjiJOg7jgCdLbjrjmvMTVc6S4LlpImBvcUtOrh7hAkX5ebwANQ0nai/s1600/IF_Immovable2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It wasn't that he couldn't take a hint. Or even that he didn't </span></span><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">want</span></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> to leave.</span></span></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">This week's Illustration Friday submission for the theme "immovable," is inspired by real events. Here's the uncropped version:</span></span></div></span></span></span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFJVVZXH74Dao9FFsr2CzDXp7A74yaxlINoIJLS5BlmXtCBd_ZQw9EkZREYytuN-j0EiaCpEa9sNZmL375PVRjimJ8YJAtkA4-SqUVFD3SljG-NHmBBBXyLhmy1ranEUAtGZ1cFuPaX_1/s1600/IF_Immovable.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFJVVZXH74Dao9FFsr2CzDXp7A74yaxlINoIJLS5BlmXtCBd_ZQw9EkZREYytuN-j0EiaCpEa9sNZmL375PVRjimJ8YJAtkA4-SqUVFD3SljG-NHmBBBXyLhmy1ranEUAtGZ1cFuPaX_1/s400/IF_Immovable.jpg" width="332" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">And here's a little in-studio self-portrait that I shot today. For posterity. I've discovered that my enormous pregnant belly makes a pretty good little table when I'm working on tiny things:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyAzcM3Ntfn6pxlyZLdA0tqRvQjXduG6Ml104pExyM3KZHAZgpjVnl-jQgUGYvBHWhFASbaV_xRIJD76d4kqztnZZqc3engoYuuADCuEjFe7PZMHGP64u4Qno1pFCWrYEX2IXB7Ex2thOo/s1600/27weeks_self-portrait.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyAzcM3Ntfn6pxlyZLdA0tqRvQjXduG6Ml104pExyM3KZHAZgpjVnl-jQgUGYvBHWhFASbaV_xRIJD76d4kqztnZZqc3engoYuuADCuEjFe7PZMHGP64u4Qno1pFCWrYEX2IXB7Ex2thOo/s400/27weeks_self-portrait.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The only trouble is that it <i>jumps</i> occasionally;)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOGU_d2zLpANot-UbbKRzLum9Y2Oxv3b4fnSS0iIEqpTjYS1XdopT_Ywze-Cnp7bP_sjDf-ZK158gc2NCYCCryrSu6uspy-d7HGTe4KcG8OWp3IZCHIOfF6iUFzlplSnX2MeOFfUraKP4/s1600/table_belly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOGU_d2zLpANot-UbbKRzLum9Y2Oxv3b4fnSS0iIEqpTjYS1XdopT_Ywze-Cnp7bP_sjDf-ZK158gc2NCYCCryrSu6uspy-d7HGTe4KcG8OWp3IZCHIOfF6iUFzlplSnX2MeOFfUraKP4/s320/table_belly.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>These eggs are a commission that will be a gift for someone who is pregnant with identical twin boys. I'm thinking that I might put some of my eggs up on etsy, and also take custom orders. I really love making them for specific people, even if I don't know the peeps personally.Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087099889820013668.post-64731869872792320552010-08-31T08:56:00.002-04:002010-08-31T08:57:54.296-04:00A Cat Among the Pigeons and Crocodile Tears<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Here are two more idiom drawing/paintings from last week:</span></div></span><br />
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<img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjofw-2LPQxodmq3_5hDDcyHB8lg2Fs3J_Eord_9GYoEwgl62XHbyKL61sZQc0Z7yoecvJqGDc5YSizeu_-Emy3bA23hEogsmDGQbXfjE20ETM9_eMtqp5Yt11JH1_sTEOrnySXoZoCx2iM/s400/IF_Atmosphere.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A super quick watercolor sketch for this week's theme. I was musing about medieval and futuristic conceptions of the universe. Ew, that sounded really pretentious;)</div>Kaetlyn Wilcoxhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06644189043334162399noreply@blogger.com5