New Energy, New Work

What can I say? I'm obviously not a keeper of time and certainly didn't want to let this much time go by between posts - maybe I was uninspired.That may not even be it but as the season got colder before Christmas last I sort of went into hibernation mode I think. We had moved and I still havent found everything and just felt all-a-jumble. I was teaching an adult clay class, art in the schools, some subbing, and now I'm winding down on lots of reading tutoring. Now I'm ready for some creative time. SO .......I'll show you a few things I've been working on, some dogs who have been taken to live with other families .......not "taken out in the country to live on a farm."

I'll be working on dogs and cats and the occasional other animal as it strikes my fancy but I'll be directing some of my efforts to creating the stories that will be included with the animals.  At the recent Artists Open Studio Tour it was the dogs stories that sold them not my handiwork. They seem to create their own destiny.

Kate

Clarence has yet to be colorized.
He may get his color this evening.
He's quite refined and particularly
finicky about his clothes. He studied
at the Shakespearean Theatre in
New England and is a bit of a snoot.

Fraidy, the cat, is my only
cat to date and she
was snatched up by a
cat lover who told me
that Fraidy would be
needing some friends soon.

Hannah came from Sweden or Denmark, I forget
and spoke in such broken English with a lot of
"yah"s that I could not really understand what
she was trying to tell me but she spoke of fjords, A LOT. 
???? I have no idea what that was all about.



James is an aspiring thespian, He has
tights and likes to wear them
couples with colorful collars. He's a
bit of a girly boy.



Juan Valdez smuggled his way in to The States on a coffee
barge bound for Florida and has made his living playing maracas
for Gloria Estefan. He has lovely rhythm!

George and Wilbur respectively......still telling me their
stories but it's sad. They were strays and had no
clothes when they arrived. They were tossed out
and the only things they could take with them were
their most prized possessions - a stick and a ball.

Our Rosie, now a year old, and some of the
inspiration for my stories. 

You remember Princess..... big, girlie,
not really a watchdog. Loves to
fetch but so highly excitable that
she (shhhhh) pees just a little
when people come to visit. Shhh!

This is Spike Junior.......he's just a big oafy puppy.
More on him later.

Some larger beads and buttons I'm toying with.
They're peaceful and don't talk so much.

A lovely terra cotta dish.

Meet the King and Queen of
Mybrainia. I'm still trying to get the stories out
of them. There's a lot of humpfing and odd
noised that come from the King when he's
talking ......very upper crust and such. And
I've grown very weary of hearing about

how things are done in the Mother Country.

And so my friends.......that is all for the moment, but I do have more in the works!

K