Painting (31) Full Moon In the Forest

The winter forest is a magical place. Frost coats the stems of dead or dormant grasses. They are white wands poking through the snow. With the full moon filtering through the trees, the icy waters of an isolated stream, you hear no man made sounds, just the sigh of the wind and the water rushing over the rocks.

Drawing Adventurously 2019 (24)

As an only child, of an only child and another parent with one sibling who had no children of his own, I have a very small family (not counting my husband’s side of the family) and all but one of them has passed away. All that’s left in my branch of the family tree are my mother and me. So obviously I drew my mom. She came of age in the mid century with all it’s glamour and fashion, so I poured over my photos till I found this beauty and based my drawing on it: