Monday, October 16, 2017

This Year’s Disappointing Persimmon and the Hidden Life of a Peony

Every October persimmons appear at Whole Foods, and every October I imagine hopefully that this year they will be local persimmons and will have seeds in them,  and I’ll be able to forecast the winter weather according to the Old Farmers’ Almanac.  So even though there was no sign saying LOCAL— actually I’ve never seen a persimmon tree here— I carefully chose one and rushed home to cut it open.  Yet again it was a mass of bright orange quivering jelly-like pulp without a seed to be seen.  


On a happier note, M brought us a pink peony bulb/corm/root thing Saturday, and after I dug a proper hole for it I took a little break and drew it while it was still sitting on the grass watching me dig its new home.  It began to look like a Medieval hill town to me—

Thursday, October 12, 2017

Heron, Fields


Saw this young great blue heron walking on mudflats and wading at still-low Beaver Lake Tuesday.

The mountain we live on and the valley below with my favorite gynomorphic tree stump.

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Last of Summer

Perfection— drawing this last fistfull of orange-pink-yellow zinnias and oregano blooms while soft rain falls outside and P plays something in a minor key on his guitar in the next room.

Thursday, October 5, 2017

Sweet Time


Maya is doing wonderful oil pastel drawings this past few weeks.  Yesterday I picked her up from school and we went out behind my house and sat up on the high hilly pasture and drew in oil pastels together till the sun set. Here’s my first drawing in my very small sketchbook.

Here’s Maya’s drawing, her first time drawing thesemountains  from life.  The ever changing light was interesting. 

Here’s my second drawing, of a row of trees along the road below our mountain.  

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

Really Trivial But At Least Not Political


M and I wanted to canoe yesterday but no luck.  The lake has been lowered so much ( in preparation for Hurricane Irma, which was more or less a shoo-shoo here) that the water is too shallow.  The dock goes from grass to mud!  Turtles were hanging out on an old tire that had surfaced.

And this morning these dignified,  at-leisure bulls lolling in the sun in the White Barn pasture, not giving a rat’s about anything past or future.  Had to draw them on the back of an old parking pass.  Single line ten second ink sketches.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Field Notes and Interventions

Thursday night my friend L and I went downtown to the top of a parking deck to watch, we hoped, swifts descend like a little tornado into an old chimney at dusk.  We did see lots of swifts swifting around but not going into the chimney on the right, which was just below our perch.  They were going into a chimney across downtown, barely visible to us.  But it was exciting to watch, and we will maybe try again soon as they will be migrating through here for a few weeks more.


And yesterday some interventions along the river-
And some more-
And today field notes about the location of some oche in a cliff halfway up Jones Mountain.


Wednesday, September 27, 2017

Plum


Maya and I experimented with oil pastels and some gouache tonight.  I did this passionately desirable plum for a collaboration titled Passion/ Desire.  Maya did a scene of northern lights for a science class assignment.  I haven't used pastels since I was around 8 years old and took Saturday morning art classes at the old New Orleans Museum of Art in City Park.  Fun!