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And Changing My Mind Back…

It’s still wintry around here.  We had the bomb cyclone yesterday, gray skies today.  No daffodils.  No forsythia.  No crocus.  Spring is not in a hurry to get here.

So, paper is on order and I worked on the cloudy day drawing I originally intended.

So, is it moody…or is it just plain depressing.  I’m going to give it a rest, while you give it some thought.

Here’s “Cloudy Day in the Park”

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While We’re Waiting..

I did that cheerful early spring drawing, and now….IRL, we’re back to grey, dull, cloudy days.  Anything spring-like I’d have to fake, and that never turns out well.  So, I wonder, can I portray beauty in the dismal days?

I once tried doing a painting of Park Avenue in New York City on a cloudy day.  I thought I’d make it look dramatic and moody.  Instead, it turned out pretty depressing, just as it looked the day I took the photo.

So, I’m going back over my work to see…what have I done on cloudy and/or rainy days?

While I still lived in NYC, I did a drawing from a photo I took with a flip-phone.  This is it, clouds in the late afternoon.  The sky is clearing after a rainstorm.

Then much later, just as I was moving to Connecticut, I saw this view of clouds surrounding a double rainbow.

So, now I’m wondering…can I go back and do a drawing of a cloudy day, making it look moody and not depressing?  We shall see……

Patience, my dear, patience

I’ve actually found something that’s more tedious than drawing a lot of dots….drawing around a lot of dots.  The dots in question are meant to be clover, and the around, grass.

It’s a shame I had to throw out so much of my old artwork.  No space, no time to move it.  There are some pieces I miss especially.  One of them was a drawing of trees on a lake, but in such colors that it reminded you of a cloudy day.  A moody, cloudy day.

As well as the Japanese paintings that my sister described as a rainy countryside, I find I have another association with clouds and rain.  It’s what I expect England to be like.  I’ve never been there, but I know the type of weather she’s famous for.  Indeed, the literature that I’ve read, set in England, is made more romantic by the moody mist.  I see King Arthur and Robin Hood, going through landscapes of green and gray.

So, finally I have duplicated the feeling of the old drawing I lost in time.  Cloudiness and romance together as a serendipitous combination.  Here goes: