The Dressing Room

The Dressing Room

I was a ballet girl (though I loved contemporary better) for twelve years, and volunteered in a costume shop for two.  This is not my best rendition of a hanging tutu, but it was what I whipped off in preparation for the second juried art show this month. This one got in, which is cool. Feels like too-pink nostalgia.

Alive and Painting

I’m still here. Starting to paint a few new pieces. Yay, canvas! Hopefully the smell of acrylics will drive away the rest of this damn cold. I’m less than impressed with being sick, but my baby sister got her wisdom teeth out this morning so I can’t complain too loudly about my headaches and fevers and hacking and wheezing. Poor girl. She’s muddling through a haze of tylenol 3’s and antibiotics and steroids, which is more than I ever got. I made the most of the codeine, but she’s not looking too peppy. 

But paint. Paint I will. In between playing soup/yop/drug dispenser. 

Also, just a reminder? I like you guys. Y’all are a pretty nice crowd. ❤

Tea Time

Swandive

It’s four o’clock, and all the creatures of the other world want their tea.
Billowing skirts, rustling leaves, beating wings all reaching for a sweet bite, a sip of steeped tea leaves, and perhaps a softly boiled egg.

© Emily Bragg 2013

Carnival at Sea

Carnival at Sea

I finally broke out the acrylics and painted something new, for the first time in months. The idea’s been brewing in the back of my mind for a couple of weeks, so it was easy to paint quickly. This is only the first night, so it might change, but comments and criticisms are warmly welcomed.

© Emily Bragg 2013