Magic Moments-with more figure drawing


This week allowed me time to do some plein-air (see my blog)

And even better to do some more figure drawing at both ALNB and at G on G

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While I have been blindly experimenting with various papers and drawing instruments more seasoned students of art are admonishing me to become systematic-fat chance!IMG_5391 (768x1024)


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However, I will try to limit my experimentation in the future.

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I find I am gravitating toward expression through flowing contour lines and lines which describe movement ant tension.IMG_5393 (768x1024)

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When I do work in pencil it is with a very light touch.

IMG_5398 (768x1024).jpgWorking in the company of many other artists one sees all kinds of approaches to the figure. Often modeling and working with shadow and light to create volume the other artists work mostly in pencil, charcoal or conte’. Or they may abstract the figure into geometric planes or focus exclusively one part of the figure. This is all good practice in which i need much much more!


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I, however, find myself fascinated with ink and watercolor.

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So much to learn!

I frequently go back to studies and work them up in more detail or create a setting. Time with the model is terribly limited.

Here is some of my work (unfinished) from this week.


Magic Moments- figure Studies

This last week i have been pretty much focused on figure drawing and have been enjoying rendering the studies in watercolor and Tombow pen. the first is very touchy requiring the lightest possible washes of color.  I use raw sienna, ultra marine blue, and vermilion with some sepia or vandyke brown.The latter is rapid fire and rather scary as the ink can bleed all over the place. I also have many pen and pencil sketches from the week. here are a few-rather poor photos-forgive me, please.IMG_5323 (768x1024).jpgIMG_5317 (768x1024)IMG_5316 (1024x768)IMG_5311 (1024x768).jpgIMG_5318 (768x1024).jpgIMG_5332 (768x1024)IMG_5333 (768x1024)IMG_5315.JPG

Holly-staying busy

Magic Moments-48 hours of island bliss

“Just jump in” Debi Riley said, and I did.

Tuesday afternoon-

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Sketches from the Edgartown wharf:IMG_4919 (768x1024)IMG_5107 (755x1024)

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followed by a porch concert at the Island Inn

and then in the evening a magically silly night in Oak bluffs: dining out a  la fresco, riding the flying horses (I got a ring every revolution but missed the prize), and eating ice-cream while watching the lights on the harbor. Maybe these images will emerge in later paintings. Sorry-No photos or paintings for now.

Wednesday morning-

Sketching in watercolor while perched on a rock IMG_5108 (1024x768).jpgamid the tide drift on Katama Bay:IMG_5109 (763x1024).jpg

and then from the steps of a wharf in the cool morning fog.

Later in the heat of the day viewing the work of so many artists island wide. I especially liked the work of Colin Ruel below:IMG_5000 (1024x768)

IMG_5002 (1024x768)IMG_5001 (1024x768)   He works in acrylics on birch plywood using water and spray and with a deep empathy for the islands.

Galleries, galleries, galleries -so much beautiful art work and so inspiring!



Then in the afternoon at South beach and the airport:IMG_5049 (1024x768).jpgSitting on the edge of the sand and finally unable to resist the giant waves I just had to get my feet wet-IMG_5044 (1024x768).jpgOops

And the Atlantic has a pair of prescription transitional glasses to turn into sea glass.IMG_5105 (1024x677)IMG_5106 (1024x715)IMG_5110 (1024x523).jpgNow my whole world is a water-color blur.IMG_5111 (1024x741).jpg

And still, I can do (sort-of) a little sketch of the house in Edgartown where I stayed.

IMG_5060 (1024x768).jpgThe child in me is so very grateful-thanks friend.

“At Seventy”

I’m fit and fine

And, liable-

To Craziness

-at any time


Magic Moments-watching movement


The swift flight of the blue jay in silhouette against the sun, coopers hawk,  flicker each a different shape, the swinging flight of tree swallows and stealthy flight of the black billed coo coo (who yes, landed 15 feet from me and sang to me so I know that it was he) the flitting nervousness of veery, towhee, and oven bird in the under-story, the zig-zag of black and white warbler and jigging of yellow rump, yellow, and yellow throat warblers high in the tree tops, the swooping of nuthatch and tumbling of oriole, the flit of redstart and chestnut sided warblers, a bobbing sandpiper in the brook, and an eruption of Blue heron huge above our canoe, while two families of Canada geese smoothly shepherd their balls of fluff safely past us and the turtles slide into the water.

And now there is only one

Ah well, you get the picture; just now I am not painting but simply observing and truly enjoying the journey. I am also working hard at learning the songs of the birds as well as learning to recognize their movement. Not having a legitimate set of binoculars or any kind of scope or fancy camera I have to stay sharp to participate on these birding walks. Of course I can always take snap shots of the birders themselves and do. Here are a few:IMG_3851 (1024x768).jpgIMG_3892.JPG

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People watching is fascinating: after all I have loved painting them as well as birds so why not! Here are some I took of people in the Matisse exhibit at the MFA a couple of weeks ago. Look how the birders lean backwards and the museum goers are intently leaning forward as though somehow we might connect with the object of our interest.



Notice the predominate color of the museum -goers  “feathers” too. It’s a strange world.



Magic Moments-without expectation

Grant me the serenity

To accept that which I can not change

The courage to change those things I can

And the wisdom to know the difference

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Although landscape painting seems beyond me just now I have been able to do a little figure drawing and it has kept me sane. Here are a few done in watercolor on Bristol  vellum set vertically on the easel which makes it all rather challenging but fun.IMG_3423 (1024x768).jpg

There is that important idea “fun”, a reason to smile, something to reach for. As i work at figures in watercolor i find myself seeing more and more in blocks or areas of tone and value. Edges and lines become less important to understanding the form. It’s rather exciting.

IMG_3421 (1024x768).jpgOf course, sometimes certain details of the model freak me out and i resort to line big time. and sometimes line just seems best-IMG_3424 (1024x768)This one might just get a watercolor wash- nothing more.

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Life throws us curved balls sometimes, fly balls lost in the glare of the sun or balls so fast they slam into us with devastating impact but whatever happens we still have to find and touch base. I am grateful for the practice of meditation through yoga that a good friend once introduced me to.

And, I am grateful for the ongoing support of the wonderful artists I’ve met through this blog (and before) who keep coming up with encouraging ideas and experiences of their own to share. Thank you. You are fun to know.

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magic moments-

Life seems a bit hollow.

I did go to the new lecture series on Museum Treasures with Carol Beaudoin at NWCC  yesterday and it promises to be interesting. Only I wish i were sharing it. And, my husband and I will be going into Hartt University for a horn concert tonight but…

I seem to be spinning my wheels here in terms of getting engaged with projects around the house and there is so much that needs to be done.


Here is a figure study from last night-

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And two little studies from this morning of rocks that I did on hot press using the palette knife.

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waves off Monhegan Island


And from my walk this morning-

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Winter hanging On

It is curious how the icicles form above the stream like little fingers.


Magic Moments- Just these Days in which to be…


Here is a little sketch from yesterday. I wonder what today’s sketch will be? This one was done from the car while waiting for a friend. I had to use pencil as all my water for water colors was frozen solid.

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Then i spent the afternoon carving and scribing through layers of colored slip on clay slabs that eventually I’ll form into serving pieces. My art evolves slowly as does my life; one step at a time. Medication and Meditation help to pace it and still I dream of making deadlines. I told a friend I’d paint to one of his poems. So far I only have some sketches done, nothing yet to mat and frame. The due date is coming up fast…

The evening saw the opening for a show which had been postponed from last week and in which I had another two entries. It’s good to engage, to get out, and to see what other people are doing and these are the first four pieces I’ve put on exhibit since last June. But tomorrow I’ll skip the Saturday afternoon figure drawing class and work at home. I need to.

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Magic Moments-“depth beneath the sparkle”

So in drawing as in life; one’s efforts should be toward what Giacometti called the “impossible task”-that of coming a little nearer to the accuracy of perceived truth.

-Heather Spears

We need to go beyond words and concepts and labels to follow the drift and movement of the eye itself.

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a plein-air sketch from yesterday

and two sketches with watercolor wash from Thursday figure drawing. half sheet Arches hot-press and Bristol board.

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Outward bound thought     
Turning inward                

Magic Moments-“YES”

Jan. 6, 2017

9:00 AM

I closed my eyes

and felt you there-

The room was darkened still, with blinds shut tight.

I wondered was there someone there

to put the coffee on and

End your night?

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Red tail hawk from this mornings walk

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and a sketch from last night’s figure drawing-

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Now off to mess about in clay and it is a beautiful day with a dusting of bright snow under foot.

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Magic Moments-dancing

Promises to keep

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

     Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
     My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
     He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
     The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.
                                                                                                   Robert Frost

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Angel in the dust