I took myself and my paint gear, along with a new Stillman & Birn Delta sketchbook out to Ooms conservation area late this afternoon. It was a good outing, and the book seems good – more hot press-like than cold … Continue reading →
I sat in a little park enjoying my coffee and watching clouds. Then I came home and painted, yup, my mailbox. Then I watched/listened to James Gurney answering some questions live on You-Tube about Gouache while I did these: I … Continue reading →
Went out and took advantage of a bright cool day. That brings its own challenges of fast-drying paint but I soldiered on.
Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been, or … Continue reading →
I’ve been sending out a poem a day. None on Sunday, two on Monday. Every day a poem. Which is, for me, what August Poetry Postcard Fest is all about – the dailiness which gets you into the habit of … Continue reading →
Poverty of course is no disgrace, but it is damned annoying.
