Trespassing time and place

Cy Twombly (American, 1928-2011) is a great painter, but sometimes it seems even more accurate to describe him as a great writer. He writes of many things: his love of other great painting and writing (and sculpture and architecture), his love of nature and history and of the places where all these things intersect most…

The perpetual nature journal

Just the other day I was pondering upon how to combine my interest for nature; for mindlessly walking around in the world looking at things that grow, flower and wither, for discovering beauty all around – and my love for sketching. And then, almost as reply to a request, I discovered the unusual talented Lara Call Gastinger…

a more or less continuous line

a jar and a bunch of twigs in a more or less continuous line As you might notice my pen suddenly ran out of ink – and thus the pen decided THE END on its own. I have not used this fountain pen (a Platinum PTL-5000 14k Gold Nib + Carbon black permanent pigment ink)…

Landmarks

Katharine Harmon – YOU ARE HERE: Maps intrigue us, perhaps none more than those that ignore mapping conventions. the Bedolina Map The Rock 1 of Bedolina, the so-called Bedolina Map, is a famous engraved prehistoric rock which is part of the Camonica valley (Alps, Italian side, Lombardy region) petroglyph complex. It is known as being…

My year in pictures –

I have spent more time than usual taking pictures in 2016. I even treated myself to a new camera. Still I like best the images I have captured with my cell phone. And looking back I find this to be the one I like best: I like the rawness and almost threatening quality of the tree…

Winter Grace

If you have seen the snow (…) slowly falling into the brook to be swallowed by water, then you have seen beauty Peter Brook: Misty Morning, 1975 .. If you have seen the snow under the lamppost piled up like a white beaver hat on the picnic table or somewhere slowly falling into the brook to…

Sunday Poem (the air smelling like salamanders)

Wet Autumn by Tom Hennen Early morning, everything damp all through. Cars go by. A ripping sound of tires through water. For two days the air Has smelled like salamanders. The little lake on the edge of town hidden in fog, Its cattails and island gone. All through the gloom of the dark week Bright…

Roses

reading up & sketching down; roses in art (cont.) Vincent van Gogh: Still Life: Vase with Roses (1890) Vincent Van Gogh (1853-90) is more famous for sunflowers, irises and blazing cherry blossom: but still his pale roses, incandescent against a pale green wall, is amongst my favorites. The flowers are in bright, exuberant bloom, their furled forms animated by…

This is spring

There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places. — Wendell Berry To cherish what remains of the Earth and to foster its renewal is our only legitimate hope of survival. — Wendell Berry