There is new life in our neighborhood; it's the season of the baby goats. And really, there is not much in life more fun to watch than baby goats finding their sea legs and playing together.
They cry for their mamas if separated for long and they love to lounge in the warm sunshine beside the barn.
They are like fresh baby buddhas; wise and contented faces, happy and full of newborn innocence. It does lift one's heart and remind us that after 8 years of darkness life goes on.
This is my muddy but affectionate friend who asked if he/she couldn't be featured on my blog too. Of course, Mr. Pigasaurus. You too are beautiful and worthy of admiration.
I'm moving slowly through the waning days of January; actually working quite steadily designing new classes (printmaking!) and writing booklets for classes already on the schedule. Lots of new ideas and enthusiasm even in winter for what is coming very soon.
This is my latest art doll, a little pull toy of fabric and Sculpey that I named Igor. He is channeling my dark side I think in his rickety wheel chair and mask. I like him because he scares the rest of the girls and keeps them in line.
I made an acrobat too while I was at the beach but she is waiting for a horse to sit on before her unveiling. Her name is Olga and she is a fierce athlete. She emigrated from Russia in the 90's and is working in a circus in Canada while our economy recovers.
I think she is related to Igor; they have the same baleful expression and undercurrent of menace.
Okay, time to change the energy to something good; baby goat to say "bye" for now and come again as time allows. As for me, maybe I'll be making a white horse today. Chow.