New Pens and Markers

I think I might have found a new obsession.  I absolutely adore using my pens and markers right now.  I have been very attracted to using patterns within my work and have found that my Staedtler pens and new Faber Castell pens are perfect for the job.   Now I don’t know if I am in love with what I am creating, but it is a fun process none the less.

I do miss working with Jake and Pepper as subject matter though.  I will have to re-visit those two cute puppy dogs again soon.  They just have the funniest personalities to try and capture on paper.  Jake was much easier to illustrate with his folded ear and fun little tail.  Pepper on the other hand, is my challenge.  Maybe it is because she is my dog and I know her so well.

San Francisco Imagination

Height of Land-but ended up looking like something else

On another note, the ski season has come to an end for me.  Not only is my ankle telling me to slow down but the snow has quickly melted away up at Sunday River and I can’t bear to ski between mud patches  and grass.  I would rather call it a season and count down the days to next season.  For now, I am fine with allowing Spring to breeze in and make everything green again.

My last day of skiing, well I only took one run folks, was enjoyed with some great friends and my wonderful mom!  We enjoyed margaritas and dancing.  It was a good time!


Reach for the Stars

The past couple weeks have been difficult.  It has been hard to maintain a positive attitude when life seems to keep throwing curve balls my way.

My stepmother passed away a couple weeks ago.  She was diagnosed with Ovarian cancer and lost the battle after only seven months.   When something like that happens to anyone, you feel it is not fair.   With Faye, it seemed extremely unfair.  She was the kindest person I have ever met.  Her devotion to anyone in her life was never questioned.  She loved fiercely and everyone that met her instantly adored her.     I feel short changed, because I only knew her for seven years.

It is one of those love stories you hear about.  Faye and my Dad had known each other since they were kids and after high school lost touch with each other.  Thirty-five years later at their high school reunion, they found each other and fell in love.    It was the kind of love most people spend their entire lives looking for.   For my sister and me, we felt that Dad had finally got what he deserved.  Happiness.

It seems unfair, that my Dad’s love story was cut short.   I look at him and see how lost he is with out her.  When she finally let go, my dad sobbed.  He picked her up in his arms and wrapped her arms around him.  It is unfair that Faye’s life was cut short.  The hundreds of people that showed up to pay tribute to her life demonstrated the impact she had on everyone’s life.   As her best friend said, she may not be physically with us anymore,  but she will live on forever in our hearts.  Our smiles will be a reflection of her impact on our lives.

After lots of reflection on Faye’s life and how she chose to spend it, I realized that I hope to spend my life the same way.  I hope to make people smile and treat them with the same amount of kindness.   I know that it takes a special kind of person to create that kind of life.   I may not be able to do it just like Faye, but I am sure gonna try.