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I thought that if I were showing my illustrations here, I might as well tell you where they can be purchased.  

Well, once upon a time, there was a gal in Mississippi who decided painting was a good release.  It made her happy & free.  So, she delved deep down into the world of painting & then some.  She finally decided to open a shop on etsy.com, called Poppyart.  The site & the girl have gone through many changes since the beginning of that journey.  She has come out in the other side as an artist, a Toltec & with a store that reflects those changes.  The Divine Binder of Bright Fame, Rebecca Roberts is artist.  The very eclectic Poppyart is her Etsy shop.

How does this involve myself, dear readers?  Why I shall tell you now!  For one, that Divine Binder of Bright Fame is my elder sister.  Secondly, her shop now features other artists... & I, my dearest readers, are one of them.  So, She Who is the Pure Woman of High Ranking & The Summit of Bright Fame has her illustrations up for sale there.  (Psst.  That's me.)




"I draw illustrations." has resulted in a lot of varied responses.  One response was "Beautiful, Beautiful.".  Another was a thirty minute conversation on how his mother in law was an artist, while most seem to be a stammered out, 'uh... how, when, ah, hmmm...?' 

I shall start at the beginning & keep this brief.  

I always enjoyed drawing.  When I was bored, I would simply grab a pencil, a sheet of paper & draw people.  Designing my own outfits for them, or drawing from what I'd seen in historical costuming books.  I really enjoyed drawing mermaids for a time there, probably because of the film The Little Mermaid & the fact that I was ten.

I took one art class.  A free class that was offered after school when I attended a private Catholic middle school.  That, is probably a story for another time, but suffice it to say for now, those were a very UN-unjoyable two years in my life.  But, yes, an art class where we painted still life for thirty minutes a day, once a week.  That is the extent of my artistic career in that world.  

Instead I kept drawing & fine-tuning my people all on my own.  You, dear readers, might very well see a theme here; a lot of things learned/done on my own.  I never let lack of money or time for taking actual classes keep me away from things that I enjoy.  If I want it, I go for it, regardless.  Even if that means extra work scouring for information, like with learning a foreign language, building a terrarium, WWII, historical costuming, Ancient Egypt, or where ever my mind wants to go that day.  I'm getting off track & what was to be brief, isn't so much anymore.

16. Century German Fashion

So, I fine-tuned my people into what you see today.  I will say that I did limit myself all those years.  I drew females, since that's what I am.  I'm pretty proficient at drawing my girls.  Some come out wonkier than others, but all in all, they are uniform in their stylings.  The world of man, however, was an intimidating place, so I rarely ventured forth into that country to draw.  Now, I spend my time, forcing myself to draw men.  Facial hair is even newer for me than the male form.  But I'm keeping at it & soon men (& their facial hair) will become second nature to me.

I didn't draw for many years in my late twenties.  Only in January of this year did I think, "I'm bored.  I'm going to DRAW!"  I drew a few things, put them on my Facebook page & immediately received a commission.  So, I drew her & gave the illustration as a gift.  A little later, I gave another away as a gift.  I also drew the girls I am closest to & sent them their illustrations.  But, as my optometrist (who loves to talk) said, "You have to start somewhere!" & he is right.

Commissioned piece.


Gift for friend, based on two of her photo's (self & scenery).

Original design, gifted to a friend.

While I am trying this 'selling/showing off my art' thing (which is something I've never really done), I really just enjoy drawing.  I love my girls.  I am proud of them.  Perhaps some of you out there love them too & will give them a good home.  But, if not, they're pretty happy here.  But, really, I do love coffee & needs monies to buy it.  Ah, capitalist country that makes me use money (instead of bartering) to get the things I love.  

15. Century Spanish Fashion listing.




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