Thursday, October 17, 2019

Ready, Set, Go!

Ready!
Steady…
Go!
This heron is shy. I only make 2-3 quick sketches before he's had enough of me and flies away. It's good practice at least.

Here we go again: Ready?
Steady…
Bye bye

Sunday, September 29, 2019

Cormorant

A cormorant has been residing at the dam for the past few weeks. It's great fun to draw. I wonder what odd birds will come home to roost this week. Perhaps a CIA whistleblower?

09-25-19-cormorant02
09-14-19-cormorant
09-28-19-dam
09-13-19-cormorant

Wednesday, August 21, 2019

A Flock of Herons

08-12-19-heron
ink, pastel
08-14-19-heron01
ink
08-18-19-heron02
pencil, watercolor
08-20-19-heron02
ink, charcoal, pastel

Friday, July 12, 2019

Drawing in the Rain

Me and the rain are friends.
A few geese seen through the stone archway of the old bridge
07-12-19-geese01
ink, charcoal
A family of geese. Yay!
07-12-19-geese02
ink, charcoal
07-12-19-hawks
ink, crayon

Saturday, June 29, 2019

drawing exhibit: July 1-31, Wellesley, Massachusetts


I'll have a dozen of my larger drawings and paintings on view at the Wellesley Free Public Library for the entire month of July. Please stop by for a look. And, let me know if you do (email) so we can see each other.

Friday, June 14, 2019

Closer, closer, closer…

06-13-19-heron
ink, charcoal
06-10-19-heron01
ink, charcoal
06-10-19-heron02
ink, charcoal, pastel

Thursday, May 23, 2019

Me and Degas

05-22-19-riverbank
charcoal
"Mlle Bécat at the Café des Ambassadeurs"
lithograph
1876–77
Edgar Degas
MFA Boston 

Saturday, May 11, 2019

Now you see it, Now you don't

05-09-19-heron
pastel, charcoal, ink
05-04-19-heron03
ink, charcoal
05-02-19-heron
pencil, charcoal

Friday, April 26, 2019

Rainy Day Geese

04-26-19-goose03

04-26-19-geese02
04-26-19-geese01

painting in the rain
fabric paint on paper
18 x 24"

Monday, April 15, 2019

The Robin

04-08-19-robin01
charcoal
04-08-19-robin02

In a few seconds it's possible to capture the essential qualities of a robin.

Friday, March 29, 2019

The Swan

03-28-19-swan
pencil, ink
The other day, I had been drawing for a while and completed a fastidious view of the willow tree on the downstream side of the bridge. So I walked across the road to the park and saw a swan patrolling the pool above the dam. Great! I'll draw that fellow. Animals have been scarce this winter and swans are nice to look at. Of course, as soon as I get out my ink and open my sketchbook, the swan has had enough and thunders upriver far away.  So this picture was made from memory as the bird was getting away and landing about two hundred yards away. I like it. It's much better than if it had posed for me. But is it a drawing of a swan? Or the drawing of a memory of a swan? --Or both?

Friday, March 22, 2019

Friday, February 15, 2019

Contrast

I'm getting tired of winter. I work outside with busted brushes and black ink. Fast. Get the basics down on paper and move on. Is it any good?

Sigh… my sole defense is "The Four Sages of Mt. Shang" by Soga Shôhaku.

02-13-19-island
02-13-19-stairs
02-14-19-island
02-15-19-swan02

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

State of the Union

It's funny how Nature is always in a state of changing state. The river fills up floods and then the water level goes back down —sooner or later. Icicles form and then they melt. Animals come and go. Artists come and go. Has anyone else been in love as much as I with this little spot?

In my heart of hearts, I have to presume, yes, someone has been as in love as I am. There's a plaque on the bridge that commemorates the particular Hunnewell family members that donated the land for the park. I guess they saw some need. Saw some promise in the enterprise and felt some love.

Love of place, in whatever form that takes, repays a debt to those who walked the ground before us. We walk on top of their bones. We plant our temporary banner in their soil and claim an inheritance that will also sift through our grasping fingers.

02-03-19-island02
ink, charcoal
02-03-19-ice
charcoal, ink

Tuesday, January 22, 2019

Arrows and Circles

Every moment is unique --of course. Yet we forget and think that Time is an arrow instead of a circle. I noticed as I was rummaging in my archive that one year ago today on January 22, 2018, I saw and sketched an eagle standing in a tree.

This singularity in my memory, was floating free of Time like a comet traveling through space. In reality, the Earth has rotated 365 times since then. I wonder where the eagle was on January 23rd? And today is very cold so I'm not sure if I'll see, let alone sketch anything outside at all!

Is Progress real? What is Progress for? Is life better now? Are Nature's cyclical renewal and human progress compatible? Well of course because, like the smallest nesting doll, we reside inside of Nature. Progress is a human philosophical and technological idea constructed on top of Life which seems to favor renewal and cycles.

It's all so confusing! What are we to do? Shoot our arrows through the circles and hope or the best? Yes, and also pay attention, be nice to each other and share our good fortune. Bonne Année my fellow astronauts.

2012
01-22-12-tree
2015
01-22-15-arches
2016
01-22-16-island
2017
01-22-17-mallard
2017
01-22-17-tree
2018
01-22-18-eagle
2018
01-22-18-eagle
detail

Friday, January 18, 2019

Cooper's Hawk

Waterfowl has been a rare sight at the river this winter. The water is high and is flowing quickly. It's just unsafe for a duck or goose who needs rest, preen and feed. And now with colder temperatures the water is turning to ice. But all I need to do is turn my head to the sky and I notice that birds of prey have been observing me —and other more interesting animals the entire time. Mostly, I spot Red-tailed hawks up in their favorite trees. Their bulky shapes calmly perch on high, far above the din of blue jays and the morning commute into Boston.

I was surprised a few days ago however by a Cooper's Hawk which was perched on a utility pole across from the church. It was very cold and a breeze kicked up to make it more foolish to stop and draw pictures. I guess the artist won the debate (and the bird was patient) and I was able to spend a few minutes marveling at this slender, long-tailed woodland hawk.  Instead of soaring up high in lazy circles, the Cooper's Hawk stays on the forest edge or near your bird feeder preying on smaller birds and mammals. Since this one was near the church, I presume he was checking out the persistent flock of pigeons that stay warm by the church's chimney.

The third drawing here is out my front door. Beyond the ubiquitous wires that help me communicate with you, is a tall dead pine tree which is commonly used by the Red tails. And you can see one up there. Sometimes there are two.

A snowstorm is headed my way today and it's time to go outside and draw before my work day begins. I wonder if there's a hawk in that big tree. Bonne journée.
01-11-19-hawk01
charcoal, pastel
01-11-19-hawk02
charcoal, pastel
(My field notes say "Sharp-shinned Hawk" but I think it was a Cooper's Hawk)
01-13-19-hawk
charcoal

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