Monday, November 10, 2014
Somewhere in our teens my friend Judi and I took art classes outside of school. Our eccentric and creative teacher encouraged us to be free, creative and brave with our art. She also had us choose an artist, study their work and learn. There was no internet then, so I wonder at that very young age how I discovered and chose Henri Matisse—curious. So began my love of Henri Matisse and of course, The Beatles.
As I found myself once again drawing and painting with paper cutouts I thought of my lifelong favorite artist, hauled out all my Matisse books and sketched him.
Thank you Henri Matisse for being a part of my creative life...and you also Jude.
Sunday, November 2, 2014
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Sometimes life can become a little overwhelming and often during these times my sketchbook remains unopened.
The other day, I ran down to the beach for the sunrise, started a painting collage of Butterbean one of the Hard-boiled Hens down the street and then there is my 89 year old mom…here for one more week.
I usually get in a 4 mile run and often yoga and then at the end of the day, I knit. I believe that the act of knitting is downright meditative. It is a way to knit myself back together and then I will sketch.
Knit one, purl two, breathe...
Sunday, October 5, 2014
The other day my 89 year old mom wanted soup....SOUP? So I made up this soup with tomatoes and basil from my garden, croutons from day old "the best bagels on the planet" from Scratch Bakery up the street and left over chicken. The other day I used sprouted tofu. I don't eat much soup, but this is pretty good.
Monday, September 22, 2014
My mother, Jackie, is spending time with me in Maine. She is 89 and staying in the downstairs condo through October when the cold will chase back out west. She has slowed down a bit, but still very sharp.
Every morning after my run, we go for a walk to the beach, around the block and back to get a latte and a bagel at Scratch bakery. I am usually 10 feet in front of her calling over my shoulder “I can hear you”, “pick up your feet” or heel/toe, mom”. I am a real nag!!!
A voracious reader she spends the day on the front porch reading one of her two her Kindles, chatting with all the people walking their dogs and catching up on the world news.
She’s my mother so she makes me a little crazy, but this time together is a gift.
This is the first time I have really ever used acrylic for a painting. I liked how easy it was as opposed to oils with solvent and mediums which are starting to feel more and more toxic to me. I will definitely use again, but will need to get used to its quick drying quality.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Rest in peace Michael—you will always be my Jack Reacher.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Monday, September 8, 2014
Thursday, August 28, 2014
There is no place on the planet I would rather be in the summer than the coast of Maine. I can't say that for winter so as the days grow shorter and the nights are cooler we are all reminded that the loveliest time of year will come to an end soon...
I was challenged to do a larger watercolor so with a giant pen and brush and a tiny travel watercolor palette my farewell to summer.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Another beautiful day here in Maine so we spent the morning painting at Two Lights. Sporting my latest handmade Scrunchie, I did a quick 8 x10 oil study of the view across to Richmond Island.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
He invited me early on to join the Sketching Workshop group on FaceBook and I immediately accepted. He created a diverse and dynamic group that thrived on the love of sketching, along with sharing ideas and giving feedback. Jorge continued to always challenge himself and in return would challenge us. His absence is deeply felt among us.
My deepest sympathy to Jorge's family for their loss.
Rest in peace Jorge Royan