Thursday, April 24, 2014

Illustration Friday - NATURAL


Natural Home Remedies

There are a crazy amount of natural cough and cold remedies and what I sketched up here is just the tip of the iceberg.  I did this on Bristol paper with acrylics, watercolor pencils, markers, gesso, and just a little bit of digital enhancing with the highlights.

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 pale, soft mist. The sea beckons her as it always does. Her inability to see it only increases its gravity. She turns from the window and crosses to the door, hesitates before leaving the safety of her room, its warmth, and the soft snoring of last night’s companions.
     Taking a deep breath she steps out into the empty corridor. It’s too early for most of 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 the steps she experiences the same sharp pain in her head and the lightbulb, as often happens, goes out. Once she makes it to the bottom she’s fine.
     Outside, the mist is still so thick that the edge of the water can't 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. 
     She walks further toward the surf and 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 file down to dip their feet in the ocean, morning cups of coffee in hand. She turns toward the hotel. The gas lamps have been turned off.
     Guests she passes on her way back to her room pay her no mind. It is quite rare for one to acknowledge her. How long has she been tolerating this indifference?  She can’t recall. She’s waiting for someone. As time passes, she seems to be forgetting for whom that is, 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 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.