All posts by Deborah Davis

Some of my very first memories are those of being taught how to draw as a two-year-old. It's been a recurring thing ever since! I find there are more ideas in a day than there are minutes to explore them all, a happy conundrum, if ever. You'll find that I'm more curious than most, always exploring any number of things from the frivolous to the complex. I don't believe in boredom. Rather, varying levels of interest. I like helping people. And when that help intertwines with the chance to use design, illustration and perhaps a little paint, it's a fine day!

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Some lovely trees I snapped last summer while trekking around the Hall of Mosses up in the Olympic National Park. They provide a great little backdrop for this guy of whom I’m not yet acquainted. He’s been displayed as wall art at a bookstore amongst a bevy of well known characters, so I imagine he’s well known as well. Perhaps you know from which he sprang? If so, do tell. ♦

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“Ooooo, who’s dis…”

The niece spent some time with me this afternoon! Here’s a sampling of her activities:

pinecone eater
sock sniffer
flip-flop licker
toe tickler
straw flinger
nose booper
chalk muncher
juice dribbler
belly button examiner
dance enthusiast
aaand cracker thief

All before lunch. ♦

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“Golden”

Haven’t made myself pasta in ages- a little crispy prosciutto, fried basil, toasted garlic slices, and a burgeoning yolk ready for the poke! Next up, some art (!) and Edie this afternoon in lieu of dusting. *ignores bunny in corner* ♦

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