Hello, my name is Tonya Doughty,
and I'm a doodle addict. Wenatchee, WA Plus

I am an artist/graphic designer/photographer, which one depends on what side of the bed I get out of in the morning. I scribble a lot. Sometimes I like it. I don't pre-plan anything, you get what you get, mistakes and all. Also, I don't believe in mistakes.

HIRE ME

I specialize in using whatever i have out in front of me because adhd means outofsightoutofmind.

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Featuring handmade art by Washington state artist, Tonya Doughty. If you would like this design on an item not listed in my shop, please don't hesitate to ask if it's possible! Just contact me.

Featuring handmade art by Washington state artist, Tonya Doughty. If you would like this design on an item not listed in my shop, please don't hesitate to ask if it's possible! Just contact me.

Named for my feisty red-headed grandson. Like Mr. Heat Miser from the classic Rudolph movie.

The title says it all.

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3 panels from a small palm book I left hidden to be found.

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I had a rock tumbler as a child and really enjoyed it. When my youngest was a child we bought her one. She was eager to enjoy it too, but somewhere after starting on that path, we lost track and it everything inside turned into a solid mass. We tossed it and forgot about it. On a recent beach trip, I collected handfuls of rocks, as I am always likely to do, and, upon return, remembered how I loved my childhood rock tumbler. I immediately researched, ordered and eagerly anticipated its delivery. Of course, with Amazon Prime, that was only a couple day’s wait. As soon as I unboxed it I thought “what am I doing?” I have neither time, nor space for yet another hobby. I thought “what will I DO with a pile of polished, pretty rocks?” I would gather them in my hands and feel their silky smoothness. I would likely gather them in some beautiful glass bowl and…then what? I have toddler grand kids frequently at my home. They put small colorful things in their mouths and up their noses and feed them to the dogs regularly. And I don’t even have a single space to display a bog bowl of pretty rocks. So I quickly decided “I’m Returning the Rock Tumbler” and will, for NOW, stick to painting them when the mood strikes.