I've had the privilege of visiting with my daughter and her lovely family this spring. Each day, with a newborn and a two year old, bustles at a pace that I have not experienced for some time. Although I once managed three children, aged five and under, I have long since taken my uninterrupted mornings occupied with writing, reflecting, listening and creating for granted. Don’t get me ... continue reading...
Winter Blues
I’ve been dormant for a couple of months. Generally, I take pleasure in observing what is humorous and kind and lovely, but at times I am smothered with an illusion of struggle and my focus shifts. I hardly notice that I’m scrutinizing my life, expecting to unearth chunks of resistance and opposition that I think have to be trimmed away before I can produce anything worthwhile. I meander ... continue reading...
My Unsympathetic Brush Pen
In my last post, I mentioned that I intended to limit my October sketchbook by only using a Pentel Pocket brush pen and watercolors. I'm about half way there and am enjoying the bolder lines and added contrast the brush pen produces. The pen is not forgiving. Once I put the slightest pressure on it, I make a thick, black line or blob, which may or may not enhance my sketch. It takes extra ... continue reading...
Giving Thanks, Brush Pens and Joseph Low
The sun is shining over Victoria, BC on this wonderful Canadian Thanksgiving Day and the lawn just may dry out enough to get its last haircut of the season. A few weeks ago I was given a present of a delightful pot of orange, ornamental peppers that demanded to be sketched. Since I was starting a new sketchbook and had unearthed my Pentel Pocket Brush pen at the same time, I decided to ... continue reading...
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