Busy as a bee

16 days ago I joined the "100 Days Project" and committed to creating 100 pieces of handmade art -- one each day -- for 100 days. I choose this because, as a graphic artist, I spend a lot of time making "art" on the computer. I love it, but I knew it wasn't going to get me out of my comfort zone. Making, and sharing, "art" with the public is scary. Because I am not an artist. I honestly feel like I just get lucky much of the time and it's much easier when you can just share the things that you think came out all right. Harder to come up with something every day. Below are several of them, and a few other things I did before the project started. Many are available in my Society 6 shop, but I haven't gotten everything out there. If you're interested in anything, please contact me.

In case you ever forget [Wenatchee design + photography]

And later, when you've forgotten, come back and re-read it.

Putting it down on paper [Wenatchee design + photography]

Do you believe in magic? [Wenatchee design + photography]

A frosty winter morning walk along the Columbia yielded some pretty magical sparkly light.

Saddlerock [Wenatchee design + photography]

She watches over our valley like a proud mother and Saddlerock was one of the reasons I moved here. I distinctly remember driving up Cherry/Orondo on a warm, Spring morning, seeing Saddlerock standing guard, and knew this was where I wanted to raise my kids. I'm not a Wenatchee native, but I have been here more than 17 years and moved here after visiting for only one weekend. Drove back to Seattle after a weekend visit and walked into my job with a company I loved and gave my two weeks notice. Moved here with two young daughters and no job. If anyone I knew said they were going to do that now, I would tell them they were crazy. It must've been destiny because it was the best decision I ever made. I must have a hundred photos, drawings or paintings of Saddlerock, yet I still keep making them. They might all be of the same subject, but each one I look at takes me back to that exact moment. I don't think I'll ever have enough.