My work on the drawings for the Doll's Journey progresses. Here is a link to the latest. The Doll's Journey.
" He said, 'But we must hurry! Come, come! We're late!' I said I wouldn't go Without YOU, but he told me you would want Your doll to go and see the world and tell You all about it. Besides, he
said no doll Could move all by itself unless the lady Who cared for it (and he called YOU the lady) Wanted it to.
So you must want me to,
Yesterday I walked up to Office Depot to order a stamp. It was a pretty long walk, and hot, but with a nice breeze. I'd been
disappointed by a misunderstanding with the moderator of an email group which had resulted in my being barred from the list.
Me! What did I do? I didn't do anything wrong. But sometime these things happen. As I was crossing the street, I heard the
sharp clear bell of a bird and, looking up, saw a bird paralleling my path, seeming to warn me: "watch the traffic now."
Bird, your guardianship is much appreciated. Sky, wind, how nice you feel. Butterfly, thank you for your presence. I went
home and un-subscribed from the group.
Saturday, walking home from Greenberry's, there was the kind of wet
watercolor sky you can made by adding burnt sienna and ultramarine blue (or using Payne's grey) and dipping a brush loaded
with some of this mix onto a sopping wet piece of strong 300 lb watercolor paper and letting it feather out. The sky was softly
grumbling to itself. Leaves fluttered lightly. As I was approaching my house the first drops began to descend and I started
to jog. Sound-smell-sight-surround art.
My work on the drawings for the Doll's Journey progresses. Here is a link to the latest.