Well, why don’t I? Surely I’m at the age where I should be sipping white wine on a European beach somewhere. So, why don’t I?
Well, stayed tuned, here’s the answer. You read so many accounts about people’s regrets when they are on their deathbeds…….mostly they say they wish they had spent more time with their families, but! A good many say they wish they had followed their passions.
So, I’m avoiding that regret. At this point, I don’t expect to take the art world by storm, as I expected in my twenties. For that matter, when was Grandma Moses discovered. So, I keep going.
But back to the present day.
I’m working on another spring drawing. Honestly, I run out of winter ideas, that spring is a joyous fountain of ideas.
This is the rough idea:
Did I say rough? Sort of like a steel wool loofah.
Also, a work in progress.
I’m not big on putting in works in progress…..I always figure they’re anticlimactic, and thus boring. The only problem is, that I’m advised that I should do two blog posts a week, and boy, am I running out of material.
So, hopefully Tuesday, I’ll have something more complete to show you.
to see more of my work, go to:
Leave a Reply