I Dreams In Colors

July 28, 2013


Hello… hello …hellooooooooooooo.

I’m still here. Yessuh.

Is anyone still here?



I promise I haven’t been in a coma and I’m not dead yet (neither is Dotty FYI). Where have I been? What have I been doing?

Well, obviously I’m not blogging. It’s been so long since I’ve blogged that I forgot my password a few weeks ago! (Yes I still log in to read some of your blogs occasionally). Anyway, I PANICKED! When does P not panic you may ask… Well, fuck, I didn’t NOT panic the day I logged in and couldn’t remember my password–had to go through the cumbersome ordeal of resetting my password and all.

Fortunately enough, I have a bank account now and I used the bank account password as my new WP password.

Fuck, where was I going?

Oh yeah, it’s 3am and the weekend. I’ve spent a lot of my time working lately, not just AT WORK, but even at home. Call me busy bee, or busy P or whatnot.

So, on my time off, I’ve been drawing again instead of blogging. These last couple of weeks I’ve been slacking off on the daily sketches. I was lying here, trying to get myself to bed, just puffing up my pillows, when I decided to doodle Little Luna from memory.

Maybe I’ll post some of the sketches I did last month and the one before and the one before that. I’ve just got too much to say and not enough time. Some not-so-nice things and some very, very nice things.

I’ve got a new “art” blog going, though I haven’t been updating on that one either. And I’m working on my website. Still in therapy, still swimming (even though I had to stop for a month).

I guess you could say I’m fairing well, mostly.

Night night.

Mouse love

Luna Sketch

“I dreams in color”
pen and ink © paz 2013

Introducing Little Luna

April 7, 2012

Pequeña Luna or Luna pequeña means “little moon” in Spanish.

She’s a silvery, silky white pomeranian with touches of gold-to-tan streaks sticking out of her back’s second layer of coat.

I took this picture back in December when my brother gave me the Nikon D70 they had abandoned at his workplace. It became my Christmas present. It was just there among the other equipment collecting dust, and since he’s in charge of the video/camera equipment and the company got him to order a new pack of gear for the team he’s in charge of–like fifteen grand worth of gear, including the amazing Cannon Mark II D5 (the Mark III just came out about three weeks ago)–he figured I’d make better use of it.

And I did!

I happen to love this scrap I got. Not all the scraps I get are meager I suppose.

I fell in love the night I got it. With my dad’s macro lens, I took pictures of leaves and beatles and the crystalline salt pebbles stuck on the edge of the salt shaker and little Luna’s crossed prissy paws with her black claws sticking out.

I took this particular shot of her on the twenty-seventh of December actually; it was the day before I left for Florida. I spent much of my time in Florida with it strapped around me.

I haven’t used it since I got back though.

The last time I really played with it was the day I broke my arm at L’s apartment when we were watching the Superbowl with a couple of his friends, particularly one he’d met at AA that he’d been wanting to introduce me to. I couldn’t care less about the Superbowl. I just sat there smug-like and shooting and shooting away. I shot L a few times. Now I can’t even look at those pictures. I’ll have to eventually, and when I’m strong again, I’ll pick that camera up off the ground where it’s lying in its pouched cocoon and I’ll forced it out of hibernation.

Little Luna. She makes me smile. She eases my pain.

Little Luna

This here be Little Luna, the cutest little betch ever