Well I am still hanging in there. Day 3 and it looks like I am hanging with the THEY DRAW AND COOK list so far. I am know some folks are looking for the Little Witch Series and that is going on in the background. I just haven’t decided how or when I want to post those.
For now, here’s a S’mores “poem.”
Also, I live in Central Florida in a small area most folks don’t know exist. You know you are off the beaten path in Florida when you see these signs:
Yes, that is a bear and we do have black bears around here. They like to help out the neighbors by “spit shinin’ ” their grills, lol.
It was a wet stormy day the other on Independence Day. Usually we get hit by a passing storm in the evening. Sometimes we just get “heat lightning.” Other days we get the whole kickass “boom- booms- light- show” and then no rain at all.
On Independence Day, we got the whole show and we kept our fingers crossed that it would wash out the neighborhood armageddon of fireworks. It didn’t, but gratefully it wasn’t as bad down here as it was when we lived on Long Island.
Chloe and Mack do not like “boom boom’s” of any type. Chloe shivers the whole time and if a thunderstorm happens during the weekday, either John or myself get a Chubby Chi cemented to our lap. Mack barks at them as if that actually would make them go away. Doesn’t work. Don’t tell Mack. He thinks he does a great job protecting the realm.
This has been a difficult time for us and we know we are not alone. We are doing the best we can and trying to be smart about when we leave the house. We stick to a routine of working from home (my temp studio is in the garage) and around 4:30-ish we make dinner. After dinner we might take a ride to sit by the Indian River or the beach (it’s usually empty later) and sit until sunset. Sometimes we take Chloe and Mack. We have our daily routine, with or without rain.
Below is a page out of my sketchbook. The furred babies would not be happy to be out in the rain. Although Chloe does appreciate umbrellas. Mack could care, wet is wet. He’s a pig, he’d roll in the mud if we weren’t watching him.
What? What happened to star? A prompt from Carla Sonheim’s “Best of 365” was to come up with new lyrics to “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” but you have to include the words “Giggle, Dizzy, minty, bee, sour.”
The first time I saw a unicorn, I was on Chincoteague Island. I was painting plein air in the woods on Assateague… I was trying to capture the memory of when Paul Beebe saw Misty for the first time…I rubbed my eyes, (ended up with pastel all over my face), but yes, it was still there! A REAL unicorn! It shimmered and it was almost ethereal, like it was a vapor, or maybe it was a mist rolling in. I don’t know but I’ll never forget when I saw that unicorn!
The unicorn
This was a painting that I did several years ago. I came across it recently and thought it would be perfect for an assignment/prompt from Carla Sonheim’s ‘Best of 365.’ I added the unicorn with Procreate.
As far as painting it on location in Assateague, this is true and I actually was trying to capture the feeling Paul Beebe had when seeing Misty for the first time (as described in the story; Misty of Chincoteague.’)
Maybe some day I’ll meet another unicorn on Assateague.
Several months ago I sketched a corner in my village while waiting for my husband and daughter.
I didn’t like the sketch so I ditched it and had to do another. It’s been in one of my sketchbooks as a bookmark. Today I decided to play with it to see if I could salvage it.
I like this version much better. Kitty is watching the street activities from above.
Gina Lento: Fine Art and Illustration 
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