Drawing in Venice. A “sottoportego” (passage), the lower in the city.
And a lonely cat.
Cats love Venice. Me too.

Eostre, Dawn and Spring Goddess.
She just came out of my head. It is her time of the year, now. She is the sensual and joyful spirit of this month. The world “easter” comes from her name, but she was the first.
And she was wishing that I draw her, so I did it. She is the way I celebrate springtime.
Happy ostara.
Happy easter.
Happy spring…

Shiny happy flowers…
I love daffodils.
Look so…spring.
(I was testing my new acrilics. New and cheap, but I like this bright colors. I hope you like it too)

I bought some daffodils this morning, and made this quick sketch, just to celebrate springtime.
I love their yellow scent…
Happy springtime to everyone!!!

More pages in my home journal. Pomegranate tree flowers, last summer. At the left page, I glued a photo I made of my pomegranate tree. At the right, I draw some flowers. I wrote some verses of a Lorenna McKennitt song: “And in a corner stood a pomegranate tree, with wild flowers there no mortal eye could see”

This are two pages of my what I call my “home journal”. It’s all about home. About the place where I live, a white house in the country. In this journal I write, draw and collage about the changing seasons, about my house, my family, my pets, about the forest and the animals that live in it.
The first page is about a rainy day in summer and the way things smell after the rain. The other one is a drawing I made in a windy night (“Outside the wind blows” are the worlds under the lavender flowers)

Foxgloves.
I would like to see a fox with pink gloves…
But they look more like hats for little people.
(I don’t like the greens in my drawing…)

Merlin’s Tomb at Broceliande forest, the celtic France.
Yes, it is a real place. A magical place.
Merlin is sleeping under the stone and the thorn, and you can know it’s true when you visit the place…

This pretty spanish lady is Loli. She is one of the kids in my class. She is five years old, shiny, happy, mischievous, bright. She is the little sun in my classroom, even when she starts to sing or to laugh when I’m speaking, even when she hugs another kid so tight that it hurts, or when she wants to play and dance in the middle of a tale.
When Loli is sad, the classroom looks darker. And she doesn’t have many reasons to be happy, poor little girl. But she is…

My Ireland Moleskine.
Poulnabrone dolmen, at the Burren. It was raining… in Ireland????
Watercolor and watercolor pencil.