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Presenting: MUD!
I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday, whichever you celebrate. I’m sending good thoughts for everyone for a wonderful 2016. I’ll be presenting my worst of the year,soon, and it may include THIS: That’s mud alright, in it’s basic boring form. When I took the photo, I was intrigued by the sculptural quality…
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Merry Christmas to All Who Celebrate It!
And best wishes for a wonderful weekend, to those who don’t!
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A Good Friend Will Never Ask,
“Why are you taking pictures of mud?” At the gathering I went to last year in Kansas, my good friend didn’t ask me that when she saw me photographing this: She did look at me quizzically however. The reason? To do a better drawing of mud, of course. Black and white sketch below. …
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Talk About the Cat from New York City
As I look at this drawing I’ve done of our rescue, Pumpkin, I realize it’s also part a goodbye piece (and peace) to New York City. I won’t say goodbye for good, because one thing I’ve learned in life, is you never know what the future will bring. Back in the 1980’s, as a…
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I Didn’t Really Feel Like Doing Any Art, Yesterday.
One thing I find about doing art, is that you have to keep it up. In some respects, it’s like exercise or meditation, if you slack off a day, you’re likely to slack off the next day…and then, before you know it, you’ve fallen back into the life of a slug sitting endlessly at your…
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Some Information about Me….
I don’t go into my past that much, I pretty much believe in making the best of things and moving on. I realize, though, not giving you the perspective of my early life, may make the philosophy behind my work seem naive, maybe even Pollyanna-ish. Also, maybe others hearing about the struggles I have gone…
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And Suddenly….A Cat!
After grumbling about the day job, and not getting enough time to draw….I finally got some quality time in with my paper and pencils. So, I have started the drawing of Pumpkin. Cats are getting pretty easy for me, now. I’ve gotten used to the structure of their fur, ears, paws and such. So, somehow,…
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Not quite a murder
The collective noun for crows is a murder. I have only two here. To be called a murder, I think it would need to have a lot more. But, who’s counting? (I’m leaving for a moment to hang my head in shame. Short of sleep, I resorted to the easiest form of humor, a bad…