Nate has lost his beloved lion pillow from babyhood. He and his Dad are describing it and have sent a photo of it (partly obscured by Nate's head). These are the drawings I am sending to them for feedback so I can make a replacement.
Following in a way the oldest tradition that we know of in what has become known as art, today I followed the forms and shapes of seven river rocks that have always reminded me of animals. I added watercolor to the stones, following the shapes and teasing out the animals that seem to live in them.
In the ancient cave paintings in France and other places, the abstract animal forms were conjured out of the surface undulations of the walls of the caves. It is believed that Michelangelo, too, studied the pieces of Cararra marble that he used until he could discern the figure that was in the stone before he set to work freeing it. Freeing the form within has also been the practice of many outsider as well as indigenous artists.
The Native Plant Garden is back in the far fields near the archaeological site. The beds are full after our warm, wet spring. Today I saw indigo, a yucca plant ready to bloom ( although I don't think yucca is native to this valley), a yellow raceme that I didn't recognize, and a green blossom with little anther-bearing bbs.
Then came the butterfly plants-- milkweed and butterfly bush along with a low-growing foxglove-like plant just coming into bloom.
Every afternoon along the river trail these days the scene reminds me of Matisse's painting Luxe, Calme, et Volupté. Today I was crouched down drawing the two bamboo shoots on the right when I heard laughing and splashing. I glanced down the bank about 40 feet away and could not stop my hand from doing gesture drawings.
This first sketch is a rough plan drawing of the two best palettes in my fence stockpile. I need to modify three others to approximate these using wood from a less-good one.
Jacob and I went geocaching on the west river trail this afternoon. The caches were hidden in dense woods around 30-50 feet off the trail. The woods were full of roses, poison ivy, mayapples and other things. It was arduous going.
The hint given for this one was "under the lazy threesome," and we found it under three trees that were leaning on each other.
Here's Jacob after finding the third cache, and next to him is the second cache in its camo medicine bottle. A fine adventure! Now for a scrub with poison ivy wash!
Hibiscus and blue-eyed grass drawn under the noonday sun.
And this mysterious old santo from Guatemala that I found Sunday at an antique store out in Swannanoa. It came from an estate sale along with four others. I particularly like the milagro that dangles from a nail that a recent owner must have attached to the finger tips. It stands about 12" high, carved out of wood.
I would rather look at bread and smell it and buy it at the bakery and carry it home than actually eat it. One summer I was in Italy with a group of students. We were living in an old farmhouse outside of a small village. Every day we would walk into the village and buy beautiful loaves of Tuscan bread from the sweet bread man. One day I opened a cabinet door in the kitchen and about eight loaves tumbled out. It turned out that the unsalted Tuscan bread was stale by the second day and no one was eating very much of it. But we so loved to buy the bread that we kept buying it whether we needed it or not.