Christina Eagleeye-Wilson

How did I not see that? Right in the middle looks like a sleepy eye. Maybe I have an overactive imagination?

This is from the 6” sketchbook, so up for trade. Visit and barter with me like it’s your job.

Drawing, listening to a podcast, staying cool in this 90% humidity 🥵❄️

Snowflake in summer

Some artists barter and I sort of like that idea. Want some original art? This could be yours…get creative! Comment or DM 😎

I promised to share this, but I’m really sorry to see him go! Such an important part of Waterloo!

On a visit to my paternal grandmother’s house, much fuss was made over an expensive and exotic plant that had finally bloomed after 2 years of coaxing.

After returning to the house, imagine their surprise to see a 3 year old (me) proudly holding the blossom. I had yanked it right off; no stem, just the flower.

It couldn’t even be put in a
vase.

According to my mother, grandma had to excuse herself for a few minutes.

I imagine we left shortly thereafter.
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This painting was in the dusty recesses of my memory until I was telling a friend about it this evening. I sold it years ago; I think it’s in Japan.

Someone criticized me for not having a recognizable style. 🤨
Spiraling lines, dots, dream catchers, figures.
I draw and paint what I feel like, in the moment.
Sticking to one style feels so constricting and boring to me.

Here’s a mermaid.

She glows in candlelight. Don’t we all?

It’s been raining for days.
You can sit inside and mope, or get out and splash.

“Perspective”
18.25”x15.5” framed

We saw Suzanne Vega last night down at Kent and she was incredible!

Do all creatives wallow in indecision when trying to choose pieces for a show?
Here is a spider that used to be a tick until I realized that I forgot 2 legs.
Biting things are biting things, right?

I’ve been ruminating over this for a decade, maybe more. I had the idea, then painted the bricks, then got stuck.

It was too dark, too depressing, too difficult.

A month ago I finished the bricks, added shadows, then painted the boy.

The subject grew from the idea that parents think this will never happen to them, yet there are so many teens on the streets.

When we were in Toronto there were dozens of kids, living in doorways, sleeping in piles of young humans, begging for a few dollars.

For drugs? For food?

Were they ever happy, loved, cared for? Somewhere along the line, something happened. Then something else. They were just kids.

“But it was such a ‘good’ family.”
“They were such nice people.”
“This could never happen to us.”
Until it did.
So many kids. So many families.

“Not My Kid”
20”x16”
Acrylic on stretched canvas
Available, DM me

Walkabout Waterloo and the annual jam-packed DayGlo opening.

Don’t judge me, our Christmas tree is still up. I’ll keep it until the needles fall.

Bottom right corner is a snoring dog. She’s enjoying the fire right behind her.

#27 in the 100 Little Meditations series.

We intended to go out today and be productive and participatory members of society. Instead we took a mid afternoon cold weather nap. Ahhhh naps. Why do little kids fight them? Naps are the best.

Is it wrong to be just a little proud that he got it right away?

Now I’m listening to a podcast about Old Norse , runes, and Icelandic sagas. Interesting (to me anyway) if and how what I’m listening to influences what I draw. Day 17 is jagged and sharp. The wind has been howling today.

Things in my studio: an owl jewelry holder from Goodwill that I hang beaded bookmarks on. Does this belong on my work table? No. But the surface is enormous (60x30) and I expand like water to fill all available space. Also an electric pencil sharpener, a slice of wood that I might possibly someday do something with, and a quasi dried up container of paint that I mixed too much of and should have thrown away but didn’t.

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We got a new car today.
I don’t like car shopping so I had to be bribed.
I came home and needed a cleanse from smarmy car sales folk.
Thus, meditative art.
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I thought this needed something so I sprayed blue by flicking the brush, and now I have a metallic finger. Jealous?

Who knew you could make any geometric shape with a compass and straightedge? My 9th grade geometry teacher would be so proud. Or disappointed that it took me this long to figure it out. Sorry Mrs. J!
I give you the pentagram, turned into a spiraled star.
I’m low tech, both the compass and straightedge are over 30 years old. Who needs new stuff when they used to make things that actually last? OK, the JellyRoll pen is sort of newish. I got a set a few years ago.
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Today I learned how to draw a perfect spiral with a compass! We were watching Stripes and I can’t believe how much of that movie I can quote by heart. I’m pretty delighted with this one. My hand has a muscle cramp, though.

Day 10 and I can’t decide if I’m happy about this one. Something feels off, maybe because it’s divided by 6 instead of my usual 8? These are meditative for me but this put me on edge.

Frosty winter dawn
And a tangerine sunrise
Hope springs eternal

Day 8, first one in the new year. I had an idea for trying something new and part way through I wasn’t sure my pen would hold up. I’ve had this set for quite a while and they’re starting to run out of ink at inopportune times. I was going for an illusion quality and I think this would be hypnotic in meditation.

Indi always keeps me company and she just came in from the cold so she’s giving me sad-face. Don’t buy it, she just had a snack and a cuddle.

Time for some homemade Italian wedding soup.

Happy New Year! It was lovely to spend the evening with good friends and I did a little drawing in the morning but in all the busy-ness yesterday I forgot to share Day 7.

Day 5, drawing while watching the Cotton Bowl because this is a sad, sad game. My son made a fantastic vegan dinner tonight. We aren’t vegan but it was a delicious change of pace. Buffalo cauliflower steak sandwiches.