The week started out very very cold. I drew quickly and the animals were coping as best they could. Then it rained and became less cold. The ice retreated a bit. A pair of swans poked around the dam and I spied an otter (I hadn't seen them in a while) sally forth from the ice into the water. Life goes on.
Sunday, January 8, 2017
Friday, January 6, 2017
Friday, December 9, 2016
Here are some drawings from the past week or so. Thanksgiving seems so far away and Christmas is looming. Time speeds too quickly and it's getting cold. And I feel myself entering a bit of a trough. Artists are susceptible to "writer's block" too.
I have so many drawings of this place. Who cares? Why make another one? Maybe I can just walk and store the moments in my soul somewhere. Why must they be in this tangible form?
One of my neighbors mentioned last week how it makes him feel good when he sees me walking home up the street with my drawing supplies in hand. My routine and discipline give him a pleasure and stability perhaps. At lunch today a friend joked that my instagram and facebook friends would be disappointed if I didn't post a drawing or two each day from the river. I guess there's some truth in the idea that we can make a stand in this life. And from that place we wave to the world --or whoever cares a little: "Hey, I'm okay. I'm checking things out and you can too!"
We carry on.
Happiness is my duty!
(Thanks to Michael Woodcock, colleague and friend for that outstanding idea. You still shine on).
Thursday, November 24, 2016
Thanks to the people who built this park by the river. They built it long before the modern scourges of pollution, overdevelopment, loss of natural habitat and the technological distractions that obliterate intimate moments in our personal existence. I hope you get outside today and see that Heaven is right here. Now!
Or look out the window or look into the eyes of those whom you love. It's the same.
Okay, that's it. Happy Thanksgiving day.