As I walk along the beach, I once again find myself looking for treasures. I've always had a hankering to find a precious item of some sort. I think my Grandmother kindled my treasure hunting bug by regularly mailing me Annuals for Girls from England, starting when I was around 6 years old. They're still in my bookcase in various states of disrepair. The stories were full of mystery and ... continue reading...
Full to the Brim…
Some days I enjoy taking time to unwind. With a sketchbook and a pen in hand, I go to the beach, sit on a log and simply stare at the ocean for a while. Gazing at the seaweed, the shells, scrutinizing rocks, observing the birds, breathing in the sea air and listening to the waves is enough. Slowly I begin to relax and look more closely at my surroundings and the desire to start jotting down ... continue reading...
On Drawing My Face…
I love drawing people in coffee shops, parks, and other places where they can be counted on to sit still for 5 or 10 minutes. The more double chins, bulbous noses, lines, wrinkles and unusual hair they have, the more interesting they are to draw. Until recently challenged in a sketching course I am taking, it had not occurred to me to draw my own face nor to find it as intriguing as I found ... continue reading...
The Rules of Art – A Four Year Old’s Perspective
When my granddaughter comes to visit she is happy to draw, cut, and tape paper together for an hour or so. I love her self assurance. We draw together and she is slightly impatient with me if I ponder too long, studying what is in front of me. “Just draw it like this, Gram”, she says. She works confidently, without questioning her results. Perfection is not an issue. If she doesn't like ... continue reading...