In the rain the ground parts to let the still greenness flow upward and out. In the rain the greens resolve to face April’s chill leaving the warm mould. In the rain the world takes a big breath of soft … Continue reading →
That’s what I started out with, but then I sat looking over a little pond, thinking I might be painting or sketch-booking or something. Instead I fished my binoculars out of the trunk and sat watching a pair of blue … Continue reading →
There are no rules? I tire of being told “there are no rules” because I think there are there are some rules or at least some things that apply to a situation or to a drawing to make it come … Continue reading →
Painting up on the hill: Tomorrow I start a short online course about using sketchbooks so these warranted another look at in the last tour of Drawn from Greatness. Degas and Cezanne! There was also a sketchbook (noted that it … Continue reading →
Letter from V. Another letter from V. He’s out and about in the town And sends a drawing of the bridge Describing the jay blue sky Arcing above the locals passing in their work Ignorant of the red And gold … Continue reading →
Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.
