Showing posts with label charcoal markmaking. Show all posts
Showing posts with label charcoal markmaking. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 16, 2020

Neutrals (11)

Neutral-thinking exploration

• Yesterday I placed holds online for several library books; there's no interlibrary activity yet per covid-19 guidelines so I had to select from only those books available on the shelves at my local library.
• One of my nephews is now affianced to his sweetheart.
• I will start picking kale from our back-deck-railing flower box this week.


Painting-with-neutrals exploration


postcard start #9, resting


Monday, June 15, 2020

Neutrals (10)

Neutral-thinking exploration

• Air at the moment is dry, sky is blue, sun is shining, indoor temperature and outdoor temperature match at 71 degrees Fahrenheit.
• I have heard no news yet today.
• The gray file cabinet in the green closet holds far fewer items than four days ago.


Painting-with-neutrals exploration


postcard start #8, resting

Sunday, June 14, 2020

Neutrals (9)

Neutral-thinking exploration

• My day started itself moving in one direction and then veered off in a totally different direction.
• Blue spruce, in my region of the country, is susceptible to a fungus.
• Spilled latex paint can be cleaned up fairly easily.


Painting-with-neutrals exploration

postcard start #7, resting


Wednesday, May 20, 2020

On My Nightstand, on My Easel (9)

On my nightstand

Be willing to stand
at the base of a new mountain
and, with humility and grace,
bow to it.
Allow yourself to understand
that it's bigger than you,
or anything you can possibly imagine.
You're not sure of the path.
You're not even sure where 
the next step will take you.
When you begin,
whisper to yourself:
I don't know.

Dani Shapiro, Still Writing


On my easel


work in progress, 20 days in, 5/8/20
24 x 48" canvas

Wednesday, May 13, 2020

On My Nightstand, on My Easel (5)

On my nightstand


The walls were still not painted, he saw, 
the floor was still not refinished or sanded, 
and the window had yet to be replaced. 
But where the camp bed had sufficed 
for her to sleep inside her sleeping bag, 
a real and blessedly normal bed stood. 
A floor lamp stood next to it, 
and a box served as a temporary bedside table 
with a clock and a glass of water upon it. 
But the only point was the bed itself, 
and it was large, 
not king-sized 
but more than enough 
for two people to sleep quite comfortably in it. 
Together.

Elizabeth George, A Banquet of Consequences


On my easel

detail
work in progress, 12 days in, 4/30/20
24 x 48" canvas



Tuesday, May 12, 2020

On My Nightstand, on My Easel (4)

On my nightstand

                              Breathe
until you stop needing 
anything to be different                             

Julia Fehrenbacher, "The Cure for It All"



On my easel


work in progress, 11 days in, 4/29/20
24 x 48" on canvas