It’s that time of year when everything is so dark and grey and damp.
But that darkness and greyness and dampness gives life to everything we hold dear here.
The art teacher I am filling in for has a collection of bones for still-lifes. This week in the senior classes we’ve been drawing them (and drawing inspiration from them) for a few minutes each day. The origin of the animals is unknown, but now they are immortalized in a few dozen sketchbooks.
Teeth in watercolour. Desert musings in acrylic and collage.
(*I should have posted this a few months ago when I originally made this sketch.)
Throughout the summer and autumn, my neighbour’s beautiful french horn playing drifted into my apartment.
I think I know which house it’s coming from but I don’t know the player. I painted this for them.
I printed out a copy and taped it to the utility pole outside the house. Unfortunately, it’s rainy here and the colours ran. Oops!
Still, I’ve caught people looking at it and that feels good.
Now that it’s winter and our windows are closed, I don’t hear the horn as often and I miss it.
This week I collaborated with my friend Hannah Sobel who writes The Heart Is a Lonely Hunger; a thoughtful, humorous, and delicious blog about “being single and hungry.”
Since she likes to write about food and I like to draw food (er, vegetables with faces), we knew it would be a good match!
Hannah’s most recent post is about delicious deep fried okra.
I was going through my sketchbook and came across these garden illustrations from last year. Nothing is quite as calming as getting one’s hands in the soil and watching the plants progress each day. Is there anything more beautiful than a garlic scape or a snap pea vine or a beet green waving in the rain?