With dismay, the wind blew her handkerchief far above the city. Out of reach, she hoped it would block the unsightly tower.
It never became popular.
With a maniac in the White House hell-bent on nuclear destruction, there is no better time to plan my move. Shall it be a step from the 80s or a Chuck Berry duck walk? Either way, adequate footwear is a must for hot cinders, radioactive tap dancing or a cha cha cha.
Get me out of here! This is nuts.
Today, I began an illustration of Frankfort Avenue in Louisville. It is an old avenue with wonderful restaurants, coffee venues and people. The perfect place to sit, sketch and relax.
As the illustration progressed, I was pleased to share my sketch with people passing by and with my friend Kathy. It took me all day to believe I had succeeded in what I started, and to put it aside during dinner. I told myself that if I wished, I could bring out the paint to brighten and make it come “more alive”.
I was wrong. I hurried through the process, became aggravated and worked faster. Haste made waste and the sketch was ruined. I had just told Kathy the other day, that my ability to show patience had much improved. Sigh.
Thankfully, I took a photo of this image before I began painting. It was fun to sketch, yet the lesson in the art is not the art at all. It is the relationship and process within myself.
Too cold to go outdoors, not too bad to sit in a restaurant and look at the underbelly of a bridge.
One has to get a little worked up (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Worked%20Up%20) once in a while. When nothing has been produced for weeks, the feelings, anxiety and regret build upon each other.
Thinking about it doesn’t count. Doing does.
I try to not allow things to get in the way. They are just another “term for excuse” and as an artist, cannot afford them.
They are too rich for me.
What a great word! Gnarl perfectly describes the tree I stared at yesterday, while drinking a Coke and sketching. The gnarl has to have been years in the making, possibly without meddlesome pruning by “management”.
The time spent observing, was the perfect ending to a perfect day of food, weather and friends.
I debated leaving the drawing colorless, allowing the viewer to fill in the blanks. Possibly I should have.
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