Haven’t been having a great go of it lately, and if anyone who is also not having a great go of it lately needs some bleak landscape with a glimmer of a sunrise on the horizon, here ya go. Big hugs. I love you.
Inspired by our lord n savior Bob Ross. Another wintery day here with nothing to do but paint along with Mr. Ross – the best thing to do during a crappy pandemic-y, drizzly, political insurrection-y day.
I hope you’re all doing well and being safe and remaining sane. I love you.
Here’s the original Bob Ross broadcast, with a two inch brush and all.
Pancakes for my best friend’s birthday. She makes such incredible pancakes that she earned the trail name Pancakes when she hiked the 2650 mile long Pacific Crest Trail. She’s an absolute badass mountaineer, baker, crocheter, artist, and human, and she has a fantastic hiking blog that everyone should read.
Bonus: the most perfect cat in the world scoping out my paint water (don’t worry, she didn’t drink any).
Hope you’re having a lovely day and creating and enjoying. Cheers, R.
The classic standby of still life produce for trying to learn how to paint with watercolors. Turns out they’re real different from acrylics (who knew?!), but I think these dudes turned out a-ok.
Sometimes that’s just how it goes.
$4 Stickers! / Prints from $25
Technology is pretty neat and scary. Lots of magazine clippings, acrylics, and plastic shell over the light bulb to give it some reflection and weird texture.
It snowed like crazy this winter in Seattle, which is super uncommon, so of course snow plows were few and far between on most streets. We were stuck at home and in between shoveling our sidewalk and adding more wood to the fire, we decided what better snow day (week? month?) activity than to paint along with Bob Ross to an episode called “Perfect Winter Day.” The roommates and I gathered around in the living room, got our paints out, and followed along. It was a blast. Highly recommend Bob Ross-ing if you want something fun and goofy to entertain – it’s super easy to follow (assuming you have the pause button ready) and all of our paintings turned out a lot better than we expected.
Obligatory crow in the snow shot from the same winter. I feed crows and Stellar’s Jays out of my window sill, and they were very appreciative in the cold. Normally his beak was covered in frost, but I figured I’d share one of his more glamorous shots.
Of course, there were a lot of good people sleeping in the streets. They weren’t fools, they just didn’t fit into the needed machinery of the moment.Pulp, Charles Bukowski, 1994
Nothing better than Charles Bukowski to help get you through some years of angst and inner turmoil.
Since this blog has absolutely zero shame, I present an excerpt from the angsty diary of 14 year old me, who copied down loads of his poems because hey someone else’s brain sucked, too, and it felt good to make his words come out of my hands. And ya know, at that age NO ONE COULD POSSIBLY UNDERSTAND ME AND MY FEELINGS, MAN.
14-year-old-Rachel and anyone reading this who might struggling, it gets better. Make your art and listen to your music and talk to humans you love. And please give me a shout if you need someone to talk to – I’m here.
Don’t worry, he’s much less terrifying in real life. Trying to remember how to paint humans after not doing for a while is hard. Welcome to the front row of my latest attempts not to entirely butcher them.
She’s also got some depth that was fun to mess with…