12″x9″ pastel on sanded paper
When I look up from the sink and reflect this is my pondering place. Abstracted art is like magical realism: this is my view, only dreamier.
Morning Fog
The fog in my yard is magical. I love the way it diffuses the light.
Spring Blooms Red Orange
18″x24″ pastel on sanded board
I found this great poem on a packet of Indian Paint seeds: “A strange little flower with a sun-kissed nose, without perfume yet red as a rose. Did some Indian maiden plant you here in the footprint left by the hoof of a deer?” -A.V. Hudson
Twisted Branches
Colored pencil, construction paper, and a fallen branch.
Fog
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg. 1878–
Cottonwoods
Limited palette, quick study, historic landscape…it was a lovely morning.
Fallen Branch
“What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
This is still life study in charcoal. The paper is dirty with pastel dust, but I like the way it makes the artwork look old.
Standing Skeleton
Snags have a special place in my heart. I love trees in winter too, but dead trees standing have simplified branches that are so lovely. Junipers are probably my favorite because of the way the trunk turns and twists.
Banyan Town
This is the perfect town for those who are willing to imagine it. There are many paths into the interior, and plenty of nooks and crannies to assign purposes to. It is the kind of place gnome and fairy legends are made from.
Banyan in morning light
A banyan is a fig that starts its life as an epiphyte when its seeds germinate in the cracks and crevices on a host tree. It is an impressive magical tree with many, many trunks, and long roots that swing and sway down to the ground.
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