Summer days

Staying at home when everyone else is on holiday makes the everyday look a little bit different. The streets are empty, and so are the supermarkets, playgrounds and schoolyards – all deserted. All is peaceful … almost forsaken. Still I’m here, doing my daily sketches, recording what is. But I’m not only sketching, peaceful days…

Into the green

— a Sunday Psalm Albrecht Dürer, Great Piece of Turf /Das große Rasenstück (watercolor), 1503.   It might not seem like a big deal. Just an unordered group of wild plants. But look again: the subject – grass & wildflowers – might look rather ordinary, but the rendering of this little piece of nature is not.  Das große Rasenstück makes us see…

Florilegium

  Or: How my love for walks, nature writing & sketching currently seems to merge in a joyful celebration of all things growing – Phacelia tanacetifolia; “purple tansy” or “fiddleneck”  It seems I am about to sketch a florilegium for myself, for the simple joy of doing it – . The florilegium – a short history In…

Living a More Considered Life

“It is a bewildering thing in human life that the thing that causes the greatest fear is the source of the greatest wisdom.” C. G. JUNG

Be Ready

You Reading This, Be Ready by William Stafford Starting here, what do you want to remember? How sunlight creeps along a shining floor? What scent of old wood hovers, what softened sound from outside fills the air?   Will you ever bring a better gift for the world than the breathing respect that you carry…

Don’t worry about self-expression

The material should be filtered through you rather than your filtering yourself through the material. Self-expression is a natural by-product of your work, because you are doing it. If the purpose of the project is to express yourself, there is a danger there will be no surprises. — Corita Kent Corita Kent: for the oak…

Simply this:

To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work. — Mary Oliver  «White Pine: Poems and Prose Poems» (snapshot from a recent trip to Ravello, Italy)

cloud~watching

All day I tried to paint the sky, clouds passing by. Every attempt a mistake stilted, awkward – – unreal Then I went out and looked up: And as for the first time I noticed;   the sky really doesn’t look real at all –