Brion Hopkins

I had such a tough time picking one photo to share from this amazing artist. So I picked three.
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baby memory book

My latest Baby Memory Book. My mom did the embroidery, she did an awesome job. Sorry but this fabric is now sold out, but there are plenty of cool options left here:
www.blinkblots.com

Diary Barn House

This home is so unusual. The article here at inhabitat says it use to be a Diary Barn. I would not want to live here, but I do like to dream about the people who might. Do they wear ivory wool fisherman's sweaters and beige suede pants? Do they go for a swim before breakfast? Do they drink milk with a dash of espresso in the afternoon, & milk with their shredded wheat in the evening? Do they read non-fiction autobiographies of dead people? Do they argue about who fed the cat last? Do they even have a TV?
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someone did good

There were billboards for this movie up all over town a few weeks?months? ago. They hypnotized me. The shimmery amethyst, fuschia, aqua, and ice white all dancing together hits my slinky side. I tried in vain to surround myself with this color palette in some way, but all I wound up doing was acquiring 3 sweaters; one in peacock blue, one in turquoise, & one in Martha Stewart Blue.

- sweaters - they are not sultry, they do not shimmer, they are not cool, nor mischievous.

I think whoever designed this has done good.

traveling with gremlins

Just a few places I would like to go without my little Gremlin.

London, Nice, Fiji, Seychelles, New Zealand, Tamarindo, La Jolla....

And the places I go in my mind when she has turned from my gray-eyed-doe-sweet-little-cookie into a little Gremlin. I jam our luggage into the overhead compartment, stuff my arsenal of treats and distraction devices under the seat, sit down and BOOM!

Kicking and bucking and screaming and hyperventilating and sobbing and shaking and writhing and threatening to take out all passengers within her 5 foot reach with snot balls.

But really she is a good little Mogwai, I know it, underneath. When the planes stops and she is looking around for a smile, anybody? anybody? I softly tell her, "sorry sweetie, I am the only gremlin lover on this plane"

Likes to Pick Apples

I am sharing this project in process with the hope that by 'putting it out there' I will finish it. My goal/deadline keeps sliding as is natural when it is a personal project.

I wrote a song for my daughter last summer. There is one verse for every month. I decided to illustrate the song and make it into a book for her. The song also includes our family dog who passed away, so now it is even more important for me to finish this project in memory of her.

A tidbit of the illustration here:

flock of birds

let me see, what is her name, tammy smith she lives in Kansas and she makes these circus post- happy sculptures. At first glance the messy organic creepy quality they have made me quickly turn the page. (Yes, that is right, I was looking at these in a real live magazine) But maybe these qualities are exactly why I turned back to them and love to look at Tammy's work again and again.