Summer Hiatus!

I’ve been away, hanging with family and friends and enjoying the warm weather! I’ve been doodling a lot, and playing even more. Sooo, I’ve been doing ATC’s on the go. Here are a few that were claimed by a family member before I could sell them.

C. Mcquinn 2014

C. Mcquinn 2014

c. Mcquinn 2014

c. Mcquinn 2014

C. McQuinn 2014

C. McQuinn 2014


Stolen art journal…

This past weekend, I attended an event with my family. Somehow, my art journal/sketchbook sprouted legs and went home with someone else against it’s free will. It’s really sucky, because if the person who took the book had only asked, I would have given them any or all of the sketches there. I just can’t believe the disrespect… and this, out of those who say they are family. Sigh…just goes to show that the one people you should be able to trust, you can’t.

So, I’m without a sketchbook/art journal at the moment. Which also means that I have to sit out this week, and maybe next week’s art therapy sessions for which a sketchbook/art journal is a requirement for attendance. I really enjoy this group and find it immensely helpful. sigh… feeling really, seriously discouraged at the moment.

Weekend for remembering…

There is just something about the silence of dawn at the national cemetery. Those few hours before the public enters, when the fog is just starting to raise from the earth and the tips of the stones are just poking up within it. It’s a sight, a spirit that just can’t quite be described. I only regret that I had neither my camera or sketchbook with me to capture the moment. Words alone fail. We were there early to get ready for the service.

An hour later, I stood with my adopted daughter while she waited to stand up and speak about her dear Father. She clutched his flag to her chest as if by doing so, she could feel him with her again. When she stood up and walked forward to place her Father’s flag beside the POW-MIA memorial, it was all I could do not to completely lose it. Then she began to speak about her Father and the example of living that he taught her and her brother and I saw the wise and wonderful young lady and warrior that she has become. Her words were so very profound and touched the hearts of everyone there. I am so damn proud of her.

This is Grim…


This is Grim. Grim began his life with me as a lonely three leafed little breakoff out of a planter from my Mom’s funeral in 2012. I brought Grim home wrapped in a generic wet paper towel and then stuck him in a jar of water. He stayed there until one day I realized he’s sprouted a root. This root wound around the inside of the jar in a pretty little spiral. Then, after a few weeks of continually forgetting to water Grim, I invested in some of those expand ball things that hold water. It was hard to keep Grim’s “heads” above water, so to say. The balls were miraculous. Not only was my forgetfulness solved, but also Grim’s propensity for attempting suicide by drowning!

In honor of Valentine’s day 2013, I added a few drops of red food coloring to the water. The play of the green leaves against the red water and white root that still spiraled around the jar looked wild and crazy. Great! Then, I noticed one day that Grim had added another leaf to his stash…then a few months ago, I noticed another. I also noted that he’s added some more roots to his underwater entourage. Grim is thriving!

This year, I’m going to start replacing the waterballs with dirt…we’ll see how it goes.

Week #3- Feet painting progress

Week #3 – This week’s art therapy progress included deepening some of the colors, beginning to put in some background. My heart wants to sit down and crank this painting out…this waiting and only working for an hour or two a week is driving me nuts. Last week, I lost it and did some extra work, soooo this week, the therapist is keeping the painting until next week. So cruel!


Art Therapy Painting progress…

This week, I’ve had a little extra time (That means that I got the butterflies beaded for my skirt! WooHoo!) and so as I sat of an evening I did a little more detail work on the feet. Watercolor is not really my specialty, so learning how to get the layers NOT to smear or blend when I don’t want them to is still a little frustrating. Fortunately, I was able to work through that issue and so here is what it looks like right now…


Art Therapy painting progress…

Week #1 – basic sketch, add a little base coloring

c. BS McQuinn, 2014

c. BS McQuinn, 2014

Week #2 – work on shading, defining

feet wk2

Canvas work after 9 yrs without…

It’s been 9 years since I actually had real canvas to work upon. I’ve missed it. Last night, I opened a new canvas and got out my sketch pen and watercolor pencils. Yes, wc pencils! I haven’t decided yet whether to use the wc as a base for acrylics, or to leave it. Anyway, I’ve still got tons of work to do on this, but here’s the first start…

c. BS McQuinn, 2014

c. BS McQuinn, 2014

Plymouth Rock

Well, it wasn’t exactly an earth-shattering experience, but it’s one item off my list of things to do before I leave this earthly existence. I did a quick sketch just to show that I’d been there.

Sketch from visit to Plymouth Rock.

Sketch from visit to Plymouth Rock.

We stopped up by the Cape to eat. No, I don’t do sea food so it was nearly impossible to find anything that I could actually eat in the restaurants. I ended up getting pb & j out of my car. It was the only way that I could ensure that none of what I ate had anything sea worthy on it. Then, I did a quick sketch of one of the small fishing boats.

A fishing boat off the Cape

A fishing boat off the Cape

Recent sketches… 2014

I’ve been doing a sketch on sunday mornings as a way of taking sermon notes. These are some of the ones from recent services.









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