I was looking at a group I belong to called Artchix. Helga had a challenge on her blog and it was of a vintage postcard with a butterfly on it...we were to make a postcard that inspired us from that picture...do you see any butterflies on my postcard? Noooo I added a piece of music and a bird...I looked at that postcard and was immediately inspired to do this one of my Dad...go figure....
My Dad had the most beautiful voice and sang at weddings and funerals. We always tried to get him to record but he would not far to humble...to this day when Irish Eyes are Smiling or other Irish lyerics come on or hymns from Church I tear up as I can still here his beautiful voice....



You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.
Desmond Tutu

I have been busy working on a couple journal pages for a swap. They were a lot of fun and I just kept adding and finally had to tell myself to stop!!! They are in the mail and sure hope my partner likes them.....

Now I am on to the next pages and doing the homework for the workshops I belong to....

"When I think about the things that formed my sense of self as an artist, I always return to ...lessons from the garden. The garden heightened my sense of observation, awakened my sense of curiosity, and made me comfortable with solitude. It opened my eyes to an appreciation of colors and shapes, and brought me wonder at its different cycles."
by Nancy Azara