It’s time to get out and chase the snow.
oil pastel on paper
“Quick”, she growls quietly. “what’s that?!” I walk to the window with her and we in the quiet light of dawn watch a bushy tailed fox dance a loop in the snow in front of us. Noel, my dog, has never seen a fox before. A beautiful moment to watch. And then as quick as she came she runs across the bridge and up the trail in front of us. Good morning!
Away for three weeks. Left reds, browns , orange and yellow . Returned to whites and blues. Sub-freezing temperatures this morning. Place is always changing it’s appearance.
Beginning the day.
Bald Head Island, NC
Looking into the world is also a type of mediation of the mind, what we feel through what we see. Is it possible that the eye tricks us into believing what we have all agreed to see?
Wishing everyone a most brilliant day!
utah no. 3, oil pastel
About six months ago I did something I have never done before. At least not without arm twisting and a grade attached. I started sketching out-of-doors regularly. I did this to explore a new medium and because my schedule is so chaotic I don’t have much time to work in the studio on mono-prints. The process also allowed me to develop work while I traveled.
I am almost finished with the first book. Which I am amazed to have achieved, it itself. And I am even enjoying the process and exploration, and the new medium.
Here is one of the sketches, made while I was teaching Quest, in Southern Utah.
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oil pastels
between here and there 