ducky times
I have been very much like a duck these past few months: calm and quiet on the surface, paddling like hell underneath. (Well, maybe not always calm on the surface)
There has not been very much time for art.
There has been a whole lot of work for (and on) my growing business. (I hired someone to help me! For only two hours a week, admittedly, but hey, I’m an employer now!) Which is huge for me, but not anything to blog about.
I am taking a typography class, which is very exciting, but won’t have anything to show for a while. Designing a typeface is REALLY COOL and REALLY REALLY HARD and this may be the thing that forces me to give up and start liking pencils. (Although I am definitely still working, in tiny chunks of time, on Skellington’s fabulous suggestions from the “leveling up in drawing” post) And I am hopeful this will allow me to expand the range of wedding album appropriate scripty fonts that don’t suck.
But class + business + parenting = no time = lots of small, in process, unfinished art. I am about to have 48 blissful hours of alone time, and should be able to grab at least a couple of hours there to fire up the palette and make the house smell all beeswax-y again. (And ponder whether I can swing a second year at Encausticamp – registration opens in a week or so)








