Sometimes just creating a harmony of color or sound is the most pleasing, so this evening, to clear my head, I played with a symphony of color emanating from a central point.

So often I draw with contrast, but sometimes smooth transition is more powerful.

I was doodling and this weird shape came out, but it reminds me of those drawings from Biology of the anatomy of leaves.

Spring flowers are popping up in random spots around the yard. It’s lovely. Flowers are so wonderful!

This has been a very long week, and this is yesterday’s drawing and it’s already tomorrow!

“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,

Tears from the depths of some devine despair

Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,

In looking on the happy autumn fields,

And thinking of the days that are no more.”

― Alfred Tennyson

Today nostalgia washes over me, both happiness and sadness. The double edged sword of being in the place one ( Read more... )

Sleep has been evasive this week so far, so what started out as an effort at a freestyle crocus (with the intention of it looking realistic but invented) turned into this wild sprouting dance.

Not sure what it means yet. I’ll have to look again tomorrow, but there are miles to go before I sleep.

Today a colorful motif that might make part of a neat textile pattern. Maybe tomorrow I’ll have time to go do some more Spoonflower designs!

This is just playing with color and lines.

Too tired right now for more writing. Though I do better at doing these in the morning, with more effort and better results devoted to them, there is something ( Read more... )

Will the circle be unbroken

By and by, by and by?

Is a better home awaiting

In the sky, in the sky?

Today was full of serendipity and beauty, with sadness and hope in equal parts.

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This is a motif that has come up before, and I’m never quite satisfied with the result.

A figure for one reason or another portrayed as an aura.

And today, this contemplative image of a flower-petal person glowing.

I’m actually not sure who the person is. There have been enough people I know in the last year or so dealing with loss that it ( Read more... )

When I was a kid, I loved oil pastels. I’d draw bright flowers, beautiful hillsides, and starry nights. There were drawings I’d do over and over, never exactly the same, but following the same formal constraints. Hill just so, sun or moon with these pastel-marks.

As a grown artist, I look back on those drawings with both fondness and chagrin.


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This entry is being written a day late. This is the drawing that I meant to do yesterday but didn’t do until tonight.

In a private lesson, we’ve been looking at famous artists. We started with Van Gogh, whose sunflowers are bright and shiny, though they don’t bloom until Summer or Autumn. Then last week and this, we’ve been looking at Georgia O’ ( Read more... )

Awhile ago, I bought a book about Georgia O’Keeffe. It is the catalog from a show that coincided with the publication of some of her letters.

I’m struck by how much I can identify with her thoughts, and how it helps me identify more deeply with the artwork that she created. She seems to have had as much desire and as much awkwardness putting ( Read more... )