tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191542066669675458.post2241205554506438699..comments2022-07-25T10:55:40.917-04:00Comments on ROBSERVATIONS: The Mustard Seed ManualRob Dunlaveyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00793347901294690888noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191542066669675458.post-32951832328960354342014-07-31T09:09:44.700-04:002014-07-31T09:09:44.700-04:00We're always burrowing our own path between ho...We're always burrowing our own path between honesty and artifice. And sometimes, artifice is a form of honesty. It's called poetry or irony.<br />It's all a big stew now: we pick and choose our examples and teachers. Where will this lead? Too much to think about; I'd rather make pictures!Rob Dunlaveyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00793347901294690888noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7191542066669675458.post-41823751773550226162014-07-31T08:46:08.425-04:002014-07-31T08:46:08.425-04:00Education of any type is like a rock thrown into a...Education of any type is like a rock thrown into a river.....well said, a beautiful picture, I feel the same. When I was working with the mustard seed garden books, I never got comfortabel with the ink and the brush, not even with a original chinese brush. so I continued with the pencil, a graphite pencil, a thick pen, like a chalk, without these wooden shell, and more and more I got the feeling,Klaushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17846181288845042225noreply@blogger.com