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Five 40 foot + trees went down around my house back in October 2012. Since 1994 I have lost as many trees on my property as there had been present when I bought the house. Sheesh.

The devil sees something beautiful for the first time.

Another fantasy landscape straight from imagination

Please accept these flowers.

Another episode of narwhal fever.

Monster meets a flower for the first time.

I found this lady in the pink blob.

Acrylic on cradled board

Gouache bouquet

Kitty in a red chair.

Cat balancing a pitcher of flowers on its head.

Graphite and iron oxide recovered from acid mine runoff on watercolor paper

Kicking art blocks where it hurts, one step at a time.

Trying to doodle my way through a Disney post-it note pad pre-printed with Mickey's face and ears.

Something simpler (on the surface at least).

I listen to music when I draw and, even though he's not "cool" anymore, I still like Jack Johnson a lot. This song came on and I started the letters.

For things that go bump in the night (and day).

Rainy day creative goings-on.

Breaking into July the way I know best.

New art supplies = the best excuse to get creative! Also, narwhals.

I had some family at my house this week and my niece kept wanting to play my ukulele, only she called it "kookulele". It made me laugh every time and in the morning before they got up I sketched this real quick to remind me of it.

No idea what squid radio images look like, but here's something close.

Lockdown makes some of us forget what good times were like before the coronavirus reared it's nasty little head, so in response we dig down into our brains for times that really mattered.

Much ado about the bullshit of relationships.