Protect our wildlife. Protect our resources. Protect our planet.
“Protect”–Graphite and Watercolor
When my daughter was three, she went through a ‘Band-Aid’ phase. Every day she would complain of a new boo-boo. Some were tiny scratches or paper cuts. Most were not visible to the human eye, and one was even a freckle. Still, she always insisted on a Band-Aid. She was somehow comforted by the magical healing effects of a colorful bandage. While the phase didn’t last long, it serves as a reminder, even today, that our hands can heal—whether the hurt is imagined or real.
“Heal”–Graphite and Watercolor
Whether friendly, flirty, enthusiastic, angry, or helpful, a wave can be the perfect way to get someone’s attention. My favorite wave is the unsolicited ‘baby wave’ that usually occurs in the line at my grocery store. Mom is busy transferring groceries from her cart to the conveyer belt. Baby is bored. Baby spots me—also bored. Baby waves. I wave back. This continues until Baby tries to get Mom’s attention to show off her new friend. Mom turns around. I look away, pretending that the entire exchange never happened. Mom goes back to the task at hand. Baby waves. I wave back. It’s a little juvenile, but it’s fun, and it keeps one baby’s and one shopper’s boredom at bay.
“Wave”–Graphite and Pastels
I must be getting old. By some people’s standards, at 50, I am already old. Little things that didn’t bother me ten years ago now get my blood boiling. My newest pet peeve is people who ‘camp out’ on the circuit machines at my gym. Today, it was a young lady who was more interested in her Facebook feed than her workout. She smiled and giggled as she scrolled through the news feed while I waited for my turn on the adductor machine. I tried the stare, the stink face, the loud sigh, and the attention-getting cough, but nothing could break her concentration once she was connected to her online friends. Yesterday’s camper was a woman who was staring into space for long—and I mean loooong– periods of time between sets. The men do it, too. There are several older men who sit on the machines and chat between sets. Get off!! Let someone else have a turn. At least let me ‘work in’ with you. And yes, I have asked permission to ‘work in’ several times, only to hear, “I’m almost done.” When I go to the gym, it’s to work out. I leave my phone in my locker. I’m not there to socialize, rest, scroll through Facebook, talk on the phone, or check my email. I’m there to work, and I’d like to do it as quickly and efficiently as possible. I’m getting older. My body needs a lot more work than it used to. Just let me finish my workout. Besides, there’s a big bag of organic popcorn waiting for me in the pantry. I need to get home!
“Tents are for Camping”–Ink Pen and Watercolor–From my sketchbook
Treat time in our house is a canine celebration. It doesn’t matter where my dogs are, the slightest tap of the treat jar will send them running with tails and tongues wagging. Come to think of it, that’s probably the same way I look each night when I head to the fridge to unwrap a decadent piece of 86% dark chocolate. Everyone deserves a little treat now and then.
“Treat”–Graphite and Watercolor