My Valentine’s Day Field Guide

“Don’t forget to fall in love with yourself first.”

            -Carrie Bradshaw
     

      I have mapped out my Valentine’s Day tomorrow with a handy “love myself” field guide. Being single doesn’t mean Valentine’s Day has to suck.
                  My V-Day Field Guide



Buy myself chocolates: the biggest and gaudiest heart shaped box of eat my emotions.



Take a steaming hot bath overloaded with delicate floral scented bath bombs of swirling pinks, purples, and blues. Soak my skin in the sweet aroma of self love, listening to Etta James, Louis Armstrong, and Nat King Cole until satisfyingly pruny.


Wear the softest oversized t-shirt I own, and hot pink fluffy socks. Light about five different floral scented candles in my room. Spend quality time browsing the Romance category on Netflix, then binge watch some horror movies.



Stand on my head for one minute, and then do some guided relaxation meditations on self love.



To end the evening, pop a Melatonin and get an amazing night’s sleep.


If I stick to my field guide, I should have an awesome day tomorrow. Hope everyone has an awesome Valentine’s Day too!

                     Ash  🙂 

Triswen Taranath’s Character Study

      To create my next character, I used a 7mm mechanical pencil to sketch, and prismacolor colored pencils. Each day I would add layers of color to different parts of the sketch, and in four days I finished. I am falling in love with using colored pencils. This week I’m taking a break from the pencils and want to take some online watercolor painting classes. I want to keep studying and keep learning. 🙂


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Posting each progress shot as I added the colored pencil layers. 🙂

Sketched out his faun body.

Adding mushrooms, grass, and sky.

Triswen Taranath 

A faun who lives in the woods of Arrwen, connected to the dark fae village Ciardha.

Triswen is 1080 fae aged, about 70 years human aged. 

He is an immortal half-goat, half-human fae.

Triswen Taranath is drenched in magick, and can corrupt or help the psyche of humans. 

He uses cloaking magick to hide his faun form, and prefers to appear human.

Triswen is falling in love with a feisty dark fae, Eleanora, who has recently escaped goblin bondage. 

Triswen Taranath is a sensitive and quiet philosopher, a gentle poet, and finds solace in deep contemplations of life.

“Sensitive people suffer more, but they love more and dream more.”

             -Augusto Cury

The weekend is here! Hope everyone has a great one.  🙂 🙂 🙂       Ash

Jekyll and Hyde


I’m healing dammit!

Drinking tea,

Meditating,

Therapy,

Learning to notice and let go,

Frustration,

Anger,

Doubt,

I want to scream,

Scrubbed my bathroom with bleach,

Feeling ill,

Drank tea,

Painted a mural,

Therapy group thinks I’m too nice,

Got my feelings hurt, boohoo,

Everything hurts my feelings,

I want to scream!

Frustrated,

I want to cry,

Store manager following me into toy aisle while shopping for my son,

Hovering,

My cheeks are hot,

He loudly talks to my breast about their better stocked toy aisle,

I’m quiet,

Too quiet,

I notice, I let go,

Leaving store he winks and bellows, “If you were my woman we’d never leave the bed.”

My cheeks are hot.

I smile a stupid smile and leave.

I guess being shy and having boobs means I’d screw him.

Why didn’t I say something?

Anything?

What a wuss.

I probably made him think I was interested.

Dammit.

Notice and let go.

All the amazing comebacks flood my mind when I leave. 

Growl.

Where were you 5 minutes ago?

My feelings are hurt.

Everything hurts my feelings.

The women in my newly joined book club are bashing and belittling the book they highly praised and recommended just last week,

The book that seems to be the only thing that is helping me in this stupid therapy group,

They are like annoying squawking birds,

“Who talks like this?”

“I mean, really, who lives like this?”

“I’m just not seeing it.”

“This book is such a bore.”

I’m quiet. I internalize.

I always internalize.

Dammit.

Everything they say is an internal stab.

I get my feelings hurt.

Everything hurts my feelings.

I just want to rip their heads off!

I want to scream, “Say something good and beneficial or I’ll rip your freaking heads off!”

I breath in, I breath out,

I notice, and let go,

I drink tea,

I collect the tea tags with inspirational quotes, 

Can’t bear to throw them away,

They mean something, dammit!

I’m way too sensitive.

What a freaking softy.

Pull it together dammit!

I’m growling inside,

Internal parts of me feral.

I’m crying inside,

Emotions are an intense whirl.

I laugh at how clean my bathroom is.

I’m losing it.

I’m healing dammit!

            Ash

Colored Pencils and February Mush

I’m loving Emmy Kalia tutorials on Youtube. I have currently been spending time taking a few of her tutorials on using colored pencils. I am learning blending colors, shading, and lots of patience. I’m excited to learn more techniques to apply to my future creating. Definitely will be working with colored pencils more! I went ahead and posted each part I drew, because each part took a good amount of time to create. 🙂 


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              February makes me think of love quotes, kisses, shoebox valentine holders, tiny sticker hearts, chocolates, heart and kissy lip lollipops, red lipstick, mushy-cornball poems that rhyme, and the color pink. I guess I am a girly girl after all.


           A February mush poem that rhymes to the man I’m mush for:

In another life when we are cats,

We will get fat together eating mice and rats,

If my claws get clipped, you’ll scratch my back,

I’ll lick your fur till a furball’s spat,

We will roll in catnip till our furry bods are slack,

We will curl up together on a thick wooly mat,

I will meow “You’re purrfect”, and that is that.

                      Ash 🙂 🙂 🙂 

Couldn’t help it, lol. 

Happy February!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂 Sending lots of mush to all!!! xoxo  Ash

Tutor Time!

“What we hope ever to do with ease we may learn first to do with diligence.”

                -Samuel Johnson
      

        Today I had fun taking a couple of online portrait art tutorials on Youtube. I also enjoyed trying out some new media to create with . I used my trustee 7mm mechanical pencil, a medium charcoal pencil, and a pack of Simply soft pastels I had never used.


I had to use Q-tips as a blotter since I haven’t bought a pack of blotters on Amazon yet. I plan to set aside one day a week for art tutorials. I always feel so much better after studying and practicing new and old techniques. This year I really want to focus on facial features, shadowing, and more details in any of my artwork. I want to create less bland backgrounds, keeping them busy and interesting. Hope everyone has a good night! 

                     Ash 🙂 🙂 🙂

Branwen at the Party

“Come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned.”

                  -Peter Pan

      This weekend I revisited Branwen, the Anwar Elf from the elven land of Rhunduin. She is attending a masquerade ball in Ciardha, the dark fae village where her lover Fagan the dark fae warrior lives. Branwen brought along her fox Roderick to enjoy the festivities as well.

Leaves of silver and green are the night’s confetti,

Breezes caress swirling gowns that shimmer, and eavesdrop on lurid guarded whispers,

Brownies guzzle blackberry, raspberry, and mulberry wines,

Alluring elves cast magick and peddle bottled dreams,

Little goblins pickpocket gold and shiny trinkets,

Mischievious fawns skillfully play enchanted flutes, and brazenly tease coy fae maidens,

In the dark fae land of Ciardha, where time has no consequence, the party has only begun.

                  -Ash

Eleanora’s Escape

“Life is tough, my darling, but so are you.” 

              -Stephanie Bennett Henry

“Better to be strong than pretty and useless.”

                -Lilith Saintcrow


              I will be spending my weekend catching up on character studies. Tonight I revisited Eleanora, the Dark Fae captive of the Goblins in the goblin city of Gethen. Eleanora, sick of being abused and belittled by her evil captors, has finally fought back. Mustering up courage, she grabs a halberd (mix between a spear and hatchet) off the weapon wall of the goblin Jarlath’s cabin. As Jarlath sleeps in a drunken stupor, Eleanora chops off his head. She is scared, but her veins are pumped with adrenaline. Armed with a strong mind that is home to a vast storage of dark magick, she is ready to escape Gethen and make her way back to Ciardha, the Dark Fae village of her shortlived childhood. 


I had  a lot of fun drawing Eleanora fighting back in my art journal tonight. I used pencil to sketch and watercolor paint to add color. I accidentally gave her two right feet, but had already painted when noticed, so left it. Hope everyone has an awesome weekend! Ash 🙂 🙂 🙂