Friday, April 18, 2014

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Illustration Friday - ZODIAC

The moon is in the seventh house.
Jupiter has aligned with Mars.
Peace is guiding the planets.
Love is steering the stars.
What do we have? 


This is the Dawning of the Age of Aquarius.


Originally I was trying to come up with an idea that contained all of the signs of the zodiac, but I have way too many other things to do.  I'm an Aquarius and so that's what I went with. It was quick and I had fun doing it.


Sunday, April 13, 2014

Hotel Del Coronado

     About a year and a half ago I was vacationing in San Diego with some family and had the opportunity to visit the Hotel Del Coronado, a beautiful, grand hotel built in 1888.  It is supposedly haunted by the ghost of Kate Morgan, a young woman who in 1892 arrived at the hotel, pregnant and ill.  She gave an alias and told people she was waiting for her husband to arrive. Five days later, however, she was found shot in the head on some steps leading down to the beach.  It was thought to be a suicide but . . . maybe her husband, a rather shady character in fact, had finally come for her.
     We were there on a very foggy morning and the atmosphere, coupled with Kate's story inspired me to write the following story.  Today I finally completed a small painting to go with it.


Beautiful Stranger

     She stares out toward the beach seeing nothing this morning but a pale, soft mist.  The sea beckons to her as it always does.  Her inability to see it only worsens the gravity it exudes.  She turns from the window and crosses her room to the door.  She hesitates before leaving the safety of her room, its warmth, and the soft snoring of last night’s companions.
     Taking a deep breath she opens the door and steps out into the empty corridor.  It’s too early for most the the hotel’s guests to be about.  She prefers not to be seen anyway, so gathers up her skirt and races quietly down the hall.  The door to the stairwell is unlocked and as she pushes through, the hairs at the back of her neck stand on end.  It’s a common sensation she experiences each morning as she makes her way down to the beach.  Halfway down she experiences the sharp pain in her head and the lightbulb, as often happens, goes out.  Once she makes it to the bottom she’s fine.  All is normal outside.
     The mist, however, is still so thick that the edge of the water cannot yet be seen.  She follows the sound of the waves until she is completely engulfed in whiteness.  It’s a disconcerting feeling and would be completely disorienting if she were not able to turn and see the soft glow of the gas lamps that are still lit around the hotel, signaling to her the way home.  As long as she can still see their light she is not lost.  They are her anchor.
     She walks further toward the surf.  At last she sees the water as it rushes up to splash at the hem of her skirt.  Taking a few more steps forward the next wave breaks at her knees and nearly topples her.  She stops here.  Death looms a few yards out.  It’s exhilarating to know that she has that choice.  It won’t be today though. 
     She stands like this for quite some time.  The fog dissipates.  She begins to hear voices as the other guests begin to file down to dip their feet in the ocean as they enjoy their morning coffee.  She turns toward the hotel.  The gas lamps have been turned off.
     The guests she passes on her way back to her room pay her no mind.  It is quite rare for one to acknowledge her existence.   They pity her.  It’s obvious.  How long has she been here tolerating this indifference?  She can’t recall.  She’s waiting for someone. But, as time passes, she seems to be forgetting for whom it is she waits, just as they seem to have forgotten that she is here.
She returns to her room.  Her companions are gone, probably down to breakfast .  She isn’t hungry.  She returns to her place at the window, looking out onto the beach.  Waiting for someone.  Waiting for tomorrow.


   

Friday, April 4, 2014

Personal Space


A few weeks ago my computer was in the shop and the Illustration Friday word of the week was SPACE.  I had this idea and was unable to participate.  Here it is.

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Illustration Friday - RED


Due to computer issues and a busy schedule, it's been a few weeks since I've participated in Illustration Friday and I've missed it. The first thing I did, when I saw the topic, was sit down and brainstorm on all of the red things that I could think of.  Red is a very provocative color. It conjures some frightening images and some very lusty ones. There's also happy red images - cherries, watermelon, Valentine's hearts and Rudolph's nose. I chose to stick to the happy side of red (mostly since my interest lies in illustrating for children) and two of the first images I listed were the red tricycle and red velvet. Here they are - together.  

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Seahorse


     I did a few small watercolors during the week that my computer was being repaired. Below is the original watercolor (approx. 4" x 7") and above is the image after I had some more fun with it using my Wacom tablet.