Art Journaling

Hello once again Readers!!!

Just a quick post today. I was recently asked to show more of my art journal. I have to admit to you that I have recently slacked off with my painting and drawing. Even with my personal journal. I’ve been consumed by my writing.

But fall is near and craft fairs are on the horizon so back to painting I shall go! Besides, most of my paintings have been sold or given away, so I need to stock back up for Fae Tis Moor. I’m excited because the new ideas Sonya and I came up with will be brought to life starting tomorrow. We’ve put it all off for a while due to life-changing experiences for both of us. I miss it. A lot.

I need to straighten myself back out. I have a problem with immersing myself into something and then struggling to find my way back to my normal routine. That is what has happened to me lately.

I know…the real problem is that it has been almost a month since my last Butterbeer.

*Gasp*

I digress.

Back to the point-my art journal. So for those of you who are interested, here are some of my pages. Keep in mind, it’s a journal and some pages aren’t finished. Man I really need to get back into it. I miss it even more after talking about it!

Here we go!

My first journal page ever. Practicing eyes.

Saw a watercolor on Pinterest the other day and just had to freehand it myself. I needed practice and loved the image. It’s not as good as the original I saw, but I’m happy with it.

A mermaid day. I wasn’t happy with her face, but then again, this was on a smaller scale for me and it’s practice.

A sketch I ended up painting onto canvas.

So those are just a few pages. I’m a bit rusty and still figuring out my style. We shall see. Looking forward to the future with bright eyes and hoping for the best.

Just remember one thing: go for what you want, no matter what anyone says. There will always be someone in your way, trying to suede you from your dreams. It’s how you handle it that makes the difference. It starts inside of you, in the pit of your soul. Nurture it and never give up.

Echelon out ♥

Six Sentence Sunday

Hello once again Readers!! How was your night? Mine was disturbed by a new story idea. Don’t you hate it when that happens? You’re about to drift off into the peaceful abyss of sleep and then someone pops up in your mind. A stranger with a story that must be told. It’s a good thing I keep a notebook next to my bed, because I was really dreading having to get up and walk all the way across the house just to write this person down.

Her name is Clarissa (not sure why yet). I wrote her opening down and tucked myself back into bed. Of course I had to explain to her that there are two other characters in front of her, waiting impatiently for their stories to be told (Aurora and my next project, Ella). She shrugged dismissively and left me to sleep.

But I digress.

So I’ve made it on time today with the Six Sentence Sunday post. Shocking…I know. But hey, there’s a first for everything. I figured I’d share six sentences from Born in Flames since I have yet to do that.

I know…shocking lol.

Shall we?

I was about to yank my arm from her when she suddenly sucked in a hissing breath. I turned to see where she was looking as the room muted and everyone froze, heads pointing to the floor. The air was thick and pungent with fear.

There he was.

My breath caught as my heart slammed against my chest. I couldn’t take my eyes off him and felt a weird pulling sensation towards him. I knew him somehow. Zordon.

Okay, so maybe that was eight sentences…:)

Any who, the “her” Aurora was going to yank her arm from was Eve, the psychic she visits, just so you know. Basically, this is the first time Aurora see’s her arch-enemy Zordon and it’s inside a vision from The Fates that Eve was instructed to help her see. This was inevitably to help her understand her past and who she is. Fun stuff.

So that’s all folks. I know, it’s a really short post today, but it is Sunday after all. I didn’t get as much writing as I would’ve liked to last night, so I think I’m going to do that. Who cares about chores?

Now to leave you with a question: What is your favorite color? Describe it rather than just saying it.

Here’s mine: Swimming towards the surface, just as the rays of light pierce through the crystal clear water in a shimmer of hope, my favorite color emerges through the blending of water and light, offering the pleasure of that first breath that is sure to come: teal blue.

Echelon out ♥