Well, I made it through the entire challenge. I am off to clean my house. Back to reality! At least I have this island paradise painting to remind me that warm, vacation spots exist. I’m going to pretend I am there sipping umbrella drinks while I fold laundry today.
I was folding some laundry last night and found Christmas socks at the bottom of the basket. Now you know how long it has been since I managed to get everything folded and put away!
This is my third time doing the 30 in 30 painting challenge. I think it was easier this time than it has been in the past, but also maybe a little less exciting. I’m not sure why. I’m still thinking about that. I think I enjoyed not having a theme. I liked the freedom to switch gears. I like more pieces than I usually do at the end of the challenge too. Maybe that is because I wasn’t trying to force myself to paint something I’d lost interest in. That may have also diminished the pressure, but also the excitement. I’ll have to think about that for a while.
I hope you enjoyed seeing my paintings. Thank you for following along!
A friend of my moms has a lot of chickens and roosters. A few times a year my mom feeds them and looks after them so her friend can go on vacation. I went with her one day and fell in love with this rooster. He had beautiful black feathers and a strut to match.
I’m a little jealous of people with roosters because they get to have baby chicks! My mom has watched a few little chicken families grow up. It’s really fun to watch the babies chase their moms around. Hens are surprisingly very protective mothers. Our chicken chases Ravens away from her eggs. She has even chased Stevie Wonder around and pecked him on the head. In his defense, he was only investigating the vegetable scraps the chickens were eating. Luckily he is a fast runner and got away without any serious injury.
We don’t have a rooster because I am afraid we’ll get a mean one. Some roosters are pretty docile, but others are very aggressive. The last thing I need is a mean rooster chasing me around the yard. Or chasing Tiny-Small and the dogs. The idea alone is enough to give me nightmares. Another reason we don’t have a rooster is the crowing. I’m not sure I want to be woken up by crowing every day. One of my mom’s roosters crows all day long. I’m sure her neighbors are plotting their revenge!
Anyway, I had the good fortune of capturing a few photos of this lovely rooster and painted him in alcohol inks. Now I have my own rooster and I don’t have to feed him or anything! That sounds like the perfect scenario to me!
I’m still adding hearts to my Etsy shop for Valentine’s Day. Be sure to stop by and check them out. I have quite a few more necklaces and pins to add today.
I’ve painted this kitten before in watercolor. I wanted to try painting it in alcohol inks. My mom had this kitty years ago. On day, when this kitten was older, she snuck out of the house and was eaten by a coyote in the back yard. My mom was heart-broken. She loved this cat. It was awful to find her half eaten in the yard. I felt so bad for my mom. That’s why I like to paint her picture once in a while.
I was surprised she was killed because she was a really fierce cat. Her name was Bebé which was way too sweet a name for this ferocious beast. As a kitten she would attack me constantly. She’d pounce on me from all directions, bite my fingers, and do that crazy thing cats do where they roll on their back and bite and scratch you like they have been possessed by the devil. She was cute, but after a while I didn’t want to sit on the couch when I visited my mom! Maybe she thought she was tougher than she really was. After all, I was easy prey.
It can be a real challenge to keep your pets safe in the Southwest. We have had encounters with rattle snakes. We’ve had coyotes lurking outside our fence and bear poop has been spotted on the other side of our gate too. Not to mention the cactus, which can cause serious injury to cats and dogs if they aren’t aware of it. I’ve spent hours pulling needles out of my dogs face.
This place is not for the faint of heart. Even your pets have to be tough guys and smart to make it. We have a cat that adopted us when we moved in. He’s an outside cat. He knows every place in the yard where he can hide from a predator or climb to safety. Our other cat, that came with me from Connecticut, I would never let outside. She’d probably be eaten by something in the first 24 hours. She might be street savvy, but she is not desert savvy! I hope she never sneaks out like Bebé.