What drawing people has taught me Lesson 1: Don’t underestimate the power of a tool. The tools I use are important in creating. Tools are extensions for peoples hands. When my hands and fingers aren't able to change an outcome, I need a tool. Tools produce change. I want to learn what the right tools … Continue reading 10 Life lessons from my pencil
What drawing people has taught me about people Lesson 1: Don’t underestimate the power of a tool. When I begin to draw a portrait I need a hard pencil, I need to use light pressure as I am creating large foundation shapes, this is vital to a successful end product. A hard pencil actually makes … Continue reading Life Lessons from my pencil: lesson 1
This virus which causes us to cover our faces, and hide in our rooms seems a little bi-polar to me. It's providing the world right now, with both the antagonist and protagonist of the story, the hero in some ways and the villain in other ways. I suppose it depends on who you speak to? … Continue reading How Will Corona Effect You?
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I draw because it is my loudest voice. It's the thing that draws the crowd without a sound. Its the replacement of words other people don't hear or I cannot release well. Drawing for me is powerful, it's my own decisions and mine alone that count on the blank canvas before me. I get to … Continue reading my loudest voice
Letting go of your kids Today with millions (maybe thousands) of other parents across new England , I sent my two teenagers off to the first day of school, although I didn't really send them, they just go now. And I exhaled. Many years ago I would be anxious sending them off, now I … Continue reading saying goodbye to summer
Oh those words. I have such a bitter sweet feeling when the spin instructor says that. because riding the bike from the saddle is just harder and it burns. As hard as it is, what I realize when I'm pushing the limits of physical endurance is this: I am thirsty. I drink a lot of … Continue reading Back in the Saddle…
My Father has decided to sell our family home; the house of our childhood, my cocoon. I’m at the time in life where adult children witness parents moving on. It is perhaps, the last thread attaching the child me to the adult me. Cut it, rip it, take it out, by all means! Shall I … Continue reading Moving On