T-shirt Surprise!

This arrived in the mail and I LOVE it...
Keith, of Mindless Pursuits & also, Imperfect Dichotomy, was so nice to make this for me and it's really exciting to see it in real life. It has a touch of sparkle to the ink that is perfect.

I am thinking about offering some of my work on shirts & after seeing the quality of these, it's going to be probably sooner than later.

*please check out his shop*
http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6899403

thanks, Keith!

New Work - Emergence

The cyclone ends.

The sun returns; the lofty coconut trees lift up their plumes again;

man does likewise.

The great anguish is over; joy has returned; the sea smiles like a child.

Paul Gauguin

New Work in the Tweet Home Series - Metamorphosis

I am morphing. I tried something new.

It is great fun and good for the soul.

My painting arm is now laughing again.

Nora Gross

I CONFESS!

Hi,

My name is Cheri and I'm blog challenged. ;)
... but i can do a pretty good midnight dance around the Maypole at 8,500 feet!
Happy Spring! and i hope you enjoy this new piece of mine.

Solitary Walk

Yesterday.... a guidepost,

...never a hitching post.

Tweet Home V

New Work

Original Fine Art

Tideflows

The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears.

Native American saying

My First Lesson Book

Cabin Fever Buster

Cabin fevers!
altitudes & attitudes & life have a lot in common.

Baby Tree

*sometimes i have to just do something fun and whimsical... to be kid at heart and art.

The Treasure Collection

On pavements and the bark of trees I have found whole worlds.

Mark Tobey

The Poet's Risk

I have always been on the side of the heretics,

against those who burned them,

because the heretics so often turned out to be right....

Dead, but right.

Edward R. Murrow

Noise reduction

when i need to get away from the paint and brushes

i love to embroider.

with each stitch
i can center my spirit...
far away from all the noise of
the world.

Buck

i live in a place where
a glance out the window might bring a surprise....
one Friday afternoon eight of these guys
were hanging together on the mountain behind my house.
then, they all bedded down on the hillside,
watching the fading light...
waiting for the night.
regal, beautiful and content.

i felt very lucky to be a quiet & hidden witness.