The Little Owl, ReDux

So, I did what I said I was going to do - I cut the owl out, and collaged him on a wooden panel.  Funny how deconstructing ones own work takes a huge leap of faith.  I decided to add the daisies as things didn't quite seem full enough in that space.  I'm wishing the bleeding hearts were against the blue sky instead of the brown...but that's something I can do differently next time. You see, as a beginner - I really am optimistic.  I just hope I don't look back in years to come with embarrassment.  For now, for where I stand now, I'm proud and excited about the possibilities. 

I've dedicated this little painting to my son Aidan: my little man who goes at his own pace.  I'm fiercely proud of him too.  My boys are my best work to date.

Off My Nut...

Busy, busy life, and I'm off my nut.  Whatever that means.  It's simply an expression that comes to mind and seems to capture the essence of my current reality. 

I've jumped in with both feet.  I've set the wheels in motion on The Little Gull - a small (from home) art studio.   I came up with the byline:  "A small studio created with childhood in mind."  I've found two stores that will sell my paintings.  Three that will sell cards/bookmarks. I've met with an art printer, and scanned four of my favourites.  I'm planning to order art cards soon.  And bookmarks.  And prints.  And magnets.  And whatever else will make The Little Gull fly.


I have seagulls fluttering about in my belly right now, and wonder where this gumption came from. 

I will be proposing to the local Down syndrome Society that I sell the artwork with a portion of proceeds going to their music therapy program for children.  I hope they say "go ahead" - and that I can write on the back of the cards/bookmarks about the program. 

I hope they say yes, because I don't think I'd have the nerve to approach businesses if I was doing it for just me.  I also hope they don't think I am using their name to sell for myself.  I really truly just want to give back, and this is the only way I know how right now.

So.  There it is, all my nervous energy written in a blogpost.  Ahhhhh. Cathartic.