trish makes stuff

day five. just need a few sticks and we can build a sturdy future.

day three. bait. i had this whole thought about an underwater food chain and was planning a whole composition but then i got stuck thinking about krill?? and i’m tired, so. here’s the krill.

inktober day two. is my brain even doing a good job piloting this body? maybe i should give it up and let my skeleton take the wheel. she’s ready for it.

it’s inktober y’all 🌿🌱

the moon knows.

uncharted waters.

a collection of lil guys for a friend’s birthday

finally wrapped up this lil sketchbook by filling the last spread with studies of Amber. (the sample size is small but, it is pretty much 80% sleeping and 20% staring at me with murder in her eyes)

like day and night.

self portrait ?

these are my ducks. i love them. at least as far back as high school, they’ve come every year in the spring to hang out for a while to eat the tasty tasty algae and junk out of our pool cover. this year they’ve stayed for a particularly long time and i just love hearing their little quacks in the morning. don’t bother looking up the lifespan of ducks, they have absolutely been the same ducks every year the whole time this entire fifteen or so years.

the other day, i looked out my window and in my backyard i saw the most wonderfully spherical bird that immediately flew away as soon as i saw it. our moments together were so fleeting yet so inspiring.

over the treetops and mountains, over the blackened ravines. then softly it falls by a house near a stream, and over the garden wall, to thee.

 Ruth Bader Ginsburg

                                                                                        night in the woods

majesty snowbird - sufjan stevens

in 2019 we’re gonna strive to be more kind and more patient. not just with others but with ourselves. also, here’s some piping plovers. aren’t these zippy lil guys just GREAT.