HAROLD

I didn’t realize, as I was drawing this, that I had drawn 3 horses. See what I mean?

Each of these 3-color images has so far ended up being mysteriously more than what I had thought I’d created! I love that!

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© Angela Treat Lyon 2021

FIDO

I love Fido. He is faithful, calm, loyal and very wise. He knows just when I’m hurting inside because he comes up to my side and rests his head on my lap, and looks up at me with those big brown eyes that say, “No worries, My-Human, I’ve got this! You just go relax!”

Too bad he isn’t on this physical plane of being! I miss being the human for my other dog who lived with me for ten blessed years in the 90s.

Who are you human for?

Who is your dog or cat or other critter friend?

Do you suppose you and your critter would like a ride on my Moon Broom?

What will you do once you get to the Moon with us?

What adventure would you like to have?

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© Angela Treat Lyon 2021

MARTHA, SUNFACED

Well, so I started a new series. This is the Odd Critters Series. Although it will probably include humans, too.

I can’t help it. I just keep seeing all these new beings, and have to draw them.

The underdrawing is all in blue against the black.

Then I go over it with white, and include areas to radiate the light, and leave out the dark shadows. To make, erm, the shadows.

I like how the blue looks against the black, and the white overall.
And how silly she is.

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© Angela Treat Lyon 2021

COMPUTER WOES

Have you ever felt like there was a mean mad genie inside your computer who just does not want you to get a single thing to work?

I swear, there are days it would be better to go back to sleep! It really isn’t the computer – it’s an app that doesn’t work the way you’d like (ie., why the hell can’t I use my computer to post on instagram, FFS?) or it’s a stupid website that’s down – gagh!

So here’s poor Feckless Fred, struggling with his electronics, and poor Fido who has to see the horrors of the struggle…

COMPUTER WOES
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SPLASHY PAINTER

I have a friend who is more prolific than I am! Can you believe it? He paints so much I think he has paint for blood!

So of course I hadda paint him, right? He’s splashing and painting away, and there is his doggie, howling to go for a walk…

Can you see the pens and brushes in the middle of the picture? Spattering ink and paint all over the place?

And the spilled cans of paint under Fido, and the half-full ones under his feet – watch out! Don’t step on them!

SPLASHY PAINTER
Available on all kinds of surfaces – tiles, prints, fabric, wrapping paper…

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HOT DOG!

In January, I enrolled in a course to learn how to create sellable surface pattern designs. I’m intending to find out how to create designs I can sell and license to individuals and companies for reproduction on fabric, wallpaper, wrapping paper, and you name it, all kinds of products.

I started out trying floral designs, but very quickly felt completely out of synch – and then, the instructor said: “Stories! Tell stories!” And my juices started running!

So I started creating tile designs that are repeats within the tile, rather than repeat tiles put together. The more of these tile images I make the more fun I have!

Tonight I made this one, and had to close my windows I was laughing so loud – can you what he’s doing?

I just laughed and laughed – I mean, really – art is soooo serioussss all the time – let’s have a little fun with it – riiight???

Can you guess what the bottles and jars are? What did he put on his hot dog? And poor Fido – will he only get some crumbs, or will he get a real bite?

CHOPPY DAY

When I was a kid, I spent my summers sailing and swimming. On weekends, we’d race our boats in little weekend regattas. Either I’d crew for one of my family, or one of them would crew for me.

One weekend when I was 13, my older brother Tom was supposed to crew for me. We got the boat ready, stashed our stuff under the deck, and made sure all the lines were free of tangles.

Tom stepped out of the boat onto the pier, and pushed the boat to the end of the slip – and let go! And stood there waving and smiling … as I nearly had a heart attack, thinking OMG what’s he doing? He yells at me that it’s time for me to solo, get going!

I’m freaking – I’m going all alone? He wants me to solo? I’m only 13! I can’t do this!
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WINTER DREAMS

Exactly 20 years ago today (April 1, 2021), I returned to the US from my year and a half stint as the first Artist-in-Residence for Gore, New Zealand. I left NZ at 7 am on April 1st, and after a 9 hour flight, arrived in Honolulu at 8 am on … April 1st!

I was so happy to be out of the cold, cutting winds and chilly air, back in my love-home of Hawaii! Gore is about 3000 miles away from the South Pole – with nothing but vast ocean between. The winds would come thrashing through town and it would be all I could do to even get up in the morning – I hate being cold!

I decided I’d paint how I felt about being cold – so here I am, all snuggled up under one of the World Trees, all warm and cozy, dreaming of Hawaii.

While I was in Gore, I was given the use of a couple of side rooms in an old church the local art council had saved from being torn down, and which they were going to turn into an art center. It was the perfect place to hold painting classes, which I did twice a week for several months. That was where I painted this.

WINTER DREAMS
oils on canvas, 36″ x 36″
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DAWN WAVE

Sometimes, before the sun is up all the way, the wind skittles across the glassy-smooth surface of the ocean, and it looks like a pinky-blue streaked mirror.

The swells come rolling in, incessant, constant, hypnotic. Every so often, the current and the swells clash just right, and a surprised wave pops its head up to catch the rising light before crashing in on itself.

It falls in, and the constant rolling continues, never ceasing. Too cold to go dive in, I stand shoulders hunched slightly with the chill, my hands buried in my wooly jacket, never tired of the eternal rhythm and play.

This painting was done after the last class in the Painting Waves course I just took – can you tell I miss the beach?

DAWN WAVE
Original pastels on heavy paper
9″ x 12″
Original and prints available
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WING and WING

I grew up on a small harbor right off Long Island Sound.

We used to go down to the little beach near our house and watch the 12-meter racing boats cruise into the harbor on their practice days.

So exciting – they were so huge! One of them could have eaten my tiny 13′ boat for a snack!

Nowadays they have these fancy-ass catamaran things that get going fast enough to fly out of the water on these long foils that look like sticks – so weird.

I don’t think they even look like boats anymore.

I miss the grace and sleek beauty of the older boats like this one.

I called this Wing and Wing because she’s sailing downwind with both her main and jib flying free on either side of the boat, picking up as much wind as she can, since it’s almost a flat day – it’s so thrilling to be on a boat that size, doing that –

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JOURNEY


I think I have mentioned that, for 35 years, I carried in the back of my mind, continual, persistent, destructive thoughts of offing myself. Wondering, how can I do it – pills? A gun? A knife? Drive over a cliff? But somehow my eternal self, the One that is the True me, kept me going.

At one point, I realized that I had to have been amazingly resilient and powerful to not just survive all that time, but then, to conquer those thoughts (with EFT, in 2001).

And I had to ask myself, if I had the inner power to be able to find a solution and then actually use it to conquer those thoughts, then what else could I do? What OTHER kind of life could I create?

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TUMBLING

I’m taking a 4-week class on how to paint waves. My first painting was a complete dud – as were #s 2, 3, and 4. And 5. Ugh. Today’s was, too. Well, it was a wee bit better, but did I feel like packing the paints in and running away to some secret place where paint didn’t exist? Ohhh yeah.

So after the class was over, I decided I give it a try in pastels. What a relief! It turned out way better! Whew!

I believe that art is a divine channel for love. I think surfing is, too. My #2 hubbie was a surfer. When I met him, I had not one clue what that meant – hours on the ocean, real, physical connection to the water and the critters in it, physical strength and prowess – it was so beautiful to watch him weave in and out of waves. It seemed like such a sweet connection to the divine.

We split long ago, but my sons are both surfers, and I think of them all as I did this – the first try was acrylics, and this one is a pastel.

TUMBLING
Original pastels on paper, 9″ x 12″
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THE OBSCURE PAST

I like looking at old documents.

Did you know that at one time, writing materials – especially parchment – were so precious that people wrote in tiny, tight script in one direction, and then turned the page 90 degrees, and wrote right over it with more tiny, tight script?

I’ve tried to read documents like that – good grief – it’s almost impossible!

That is, until you train your brain to ignore the perpendicular lines, the page just looks like a mess.

So that’s what I was thinking of when I painted this. And then of course the colors grabbed me and ran all over the script – and how could I resist a sunrise of color and light almost erasing what’s been and showing what could be?

THE OBSCURE PAST
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MONSTERIOUS

Surprise! Black!

Yes, I know people think of me as doing art with outrageous bright gleaming color – and – I also love black and white!

I decided to just go wacky and blast out a really bold piece – I think this fulfills that idea.

I’m thinking of that whole monsters and critters series last year all in black and white – why not an abstract in black and white!

I’m calling it Monsterious to honor the monsters…

MONSTERIOUS
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BUILDING BLOCKS

I think that, if you sliced open my skin and looked inside it with a Soul Microscope, I’d be a bright soft greeny aquamarine color.

Like that soft green near the yellowy-green at the bottom, to the left of center.

Color is what I live on. It makes my life rich, even during times when I feel down or broke or miserable.

All I have to do is make something with bright clear color and my mood goes right back up. And I want to see this image in a 36″ x 36″ panel on the wall – that would wake me up anytime!

BUILDING BLOCKS
Pastel – 20″ x 20″ 
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