Beginning a journey.

Behold, a journey lies ahead of me and you are invited to observe. For 2014 and perhaps beyond, I will be posting daily doses of 30-minute-sketches. At first, I do not expect these to all be completed images. I will focus on what seems natural for the day, perhaps the overall form, perhaps details. Over time I hope to improve both my speed and my skill and this will serve as a chronicle of that journey. Rest assured, I am not limiting my practice to only 30 minutes a day, but merely capturing that particular sketch, good or bad, for public consumption.


(Disclaimer: I am backing dating this introduction to come before the first drawing.)

Dear Mom,

Dear Mom,

How can one express in a simple letter the influence their mother had on their life?

Before I was seven, you taught me how to ride a bicycle, but I learned more than that. I still remember and occasionally retell the experience. You had decided it was time for the training wheels to come off. I was nervous, but you were there, holding the back seat to keep me steady. We took off together from the driveway, slow at first, but picking up speed. As we neared the end of the cul-de-sac I called over my shoulder, “Mom, I think we need to slow down.” You gave no immediate response and I glanced back. You had stopped holding on several houses ago. Where I thought I still needed support, you showed me that I I already had the ability in myself. You taught me confidence.

When we lived on Market Street, I remember lying on the couch one evening, listening to a tape. You heard me sniffling and asked if I was sick. “No,” I explained, “I was sad because of the song.” You smiled and said I had a soft heart, and assured me that was a good thing and never to lose it. To this day I still find myself moved by music, movies and the stories I read. I feel no shame in the tears they can bring to my eyes. You taught me that compassion and empathy are to be valued.

Over the years you taught me so much. You taught me practical skills. You taught me to sew. You taught me to work with wood, clay & pottery. You taught me that creativity was valuable for its own sake. You also taught me life skills, like honesty, integrity and kindness. There have been so many lessons, some easier to learn than others. Some that I’ve known intellectually but had difficulty putting into practice.

As I grew older and moved away, I found it too easy to get caught up in the daily distractions of life. I called less frequently than I should have, but still returned to visit a few times a year. That Monday evening, around 6:30 as I hung art in my office at home I thought of calling you. I had been meaning to call for several days to let you know I had time off approved and would be coming up for Christmas. I thought about it, and got distracted again. Four hours later, you passed away and I learned of it the next morning. That last lesson is probably the hardest: Remember to focus on what is important today, and never assume that you will have tomorrow. There are no guarantees.

So now I say goodbye, a few days too late, thankful for the mother who raised me, and saddened by your passing.

With Love, Always,
Your son.

Blog: Clearing the Dust

It’s time to clear the dust off of my internet again. I migrated much of my online writing over to this site a few years ago and then proceeded to let it sit. It was a new home. It was a collection point. It was an archive.

It was meant to be much more than that.

There is some art here. I’ve had a few projects I’ve posted here, but nothing recent. Since my last update I’ve been dabbling. I’ve tried some sculpture. I’ve tried a little painting. I continue to write. I’ve even sewn a few more things together (We have a flag on the wall at work now in my department). However, I’ve been neglectful of this little corner of the Net.

I haven’t stopped writing. I’ve just been more sporadic. That and I’m working on a piece I will not be posting online anytime soon. It is still very much evolving. But I should be putting something up here. And so I will. Soon. (fateful words).

In other news, I discovered a new writing podcast, Writing Excuses. I had been curious about Brandon Sanderson’s non-Wheel-of-Time writing, and Amazon had recommended The Emperor’s Soul, so I thought I’d give it a whirl. This is not intended as a book review, but I did thoroughly enjoy the book. On the back they of course mentioned the podcast above, which I also checked out. I’m enjoying that as well. It is informative, entertaining, inspiring and motivating, all in 15 minutes or less. That is probably the catalyst that is responsible for the update you are reading now. It’s time I was back in motion.

Happy Day of the Dozen,

Wingedcat has Launched!

Wingedcat’s corner of the Net is now officially online! 

Transfer of historical posts from the other sites has been completed.  Please take a moment to look around.  You may wish to read the about: Character Jorunals before delving into the meat of those postings.

Transfer in progress!

Pardon the erratic updates.  Transferring historical posts from other locations.