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:
