The good wolf

I've moved, again, and have taken all my wolves with me.  Since they are here to stay, I picked the biggest one to watch over me and my daily work, and so far this has been working out quite well.  She reminds me of the fairytale forest at Shinglemill Creek on Vashon Island, the foggy winter nights in Northern Brittany, and the deep dark woods we all must traverse from time to time.  
You'll find news here of what's happening in my studio, and sometimes of what's going on outside, in this very strange land of my birth.
My recent moves together with a need for thriftiness have made me turn to cardboard and found materials.  Most of my recent paintings are on heavy-duty cardboard, like my wolf and many of the pieces featured on my Art page.   Two weeks ago I found a stack of old cardboard button boxes in front of a sewing shop ... 
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