Enjoyed the big blizzard on Saturday. Sketched a snow mound on Sunday morning.
Contributing to unsettledness – I have my laptop set up in the front room, downstairs. There’s always a large fly in here. Buzzing. I don’t know if it’s the same fly every day or an multigenerational line of flies.
And contributing to unsettledness – drawing practice. So new, so uneasily familiar. I made some drawings of tomatoes as today’s homework. The drawing doesn’t shout “tomato” at you, but I really like the visual vocabulary.
I’ve been home from India for over a month. Just starting to feel like I know what to do next.
I signed up for a drawing class with Roz Stendhal. Her blog has been a great source of fascination to me for quite awhile: rozwoundup.typepad.com. I couldn’t have a better drawing teacher.
I didn’t really draw these, they came to my page as gifts while sketching birds at the Nature Center. I love this minimal look, just a few strokes of the brush pen.
I’ve been walking in Woodland Park close to home. Today in a spring snowstorm. I felt accompanied by millions.
Window at home, looking out on today’s snow storm.
Looking out the windshield, a type of window, while crossing the Tappan Zee bridge. The opposite hillside is so misty. You can barely see the vertical lines of the bare tree trunks.