Blue Eye



Hazel Eye



Brown Eye



I have been working on drawing eyes lately. I have used wax/oil colored pencils, shown in these examples, and watercolor pencils. I have a way to go with them. And the furthest way to go with the watercolor pencils. They boggle me. LOL And what do I do with these eyes? Things like adding them to acrylic paintings.

Eyes painting

I bought a piece from a fellow artist some months back. It was one she had done as part of #The100DayProject.

 Not fellow artist's piece. My Not fellow artist’s piece. My “Hot Day”. Hers is framed and on the wall and I’m too lazy to take it apart to photograph. Ooops.

I looked into it, and it sounds interesting. Challenging. But interesting. The next one starts April 3, and I’m going for it.

My project will be to create a body of work of 100 pieces of visual art. I might paint, collage, draw, do digital art, whatever. 100 pieces of visual art of some kind, and I get to decide what counts as art.

It’s a marathon. Wish me luck.

And for 100 days starting April 3, come find me on Instagram at my page or using hashtag #robynharton100daysart to see what the devil I’m up to with it. Heeeee

A kind lady on Twitter said that one of my pieces reminded her a little of Georgia O’Keefe. It felt like I’d just been graduated from the little league into the rarified air on Mount Something or other. I ran back to my little league, i.e., where I do what moves me. I can’t imagine doing anything else. I was honored by the compliment, though.

Finally looking over Watercolor Artist tonight I see so many artists recommend painting what is in your heart and soul, and I have no idea what that means. My mind is trying vainly to put butter and flour and eggs together to make a cake, but comes up with Spanish moss instead. Yet, I know I can’t paint anything but what’s in my heart and soul. That is very scary sometimes. Maybe I should paint Spanish moss.

Somehow, in it all, what’s in my heart right now is that I miss my kitty. I love Boots. But Gree was my once in a lifetime cat. Sometimes, like tonight, I miss her so much it hurts.

ILU Gree. <3

Sometimes I feel like I’m giong to pull my hair out. It may be that  feel like nothing is ever going to work again. It may be that I dropped my ice cream cone on the sidewalk. Two of them. When life is nibbling at me in big chunks I feel like I’ve gone crazy, thus “Lunatic Robyn”.

Watercolors on Mineral Paper, 9″ x 12″, 10/26/2017