Morning Light

This is the view out my window at Minot's Ledge cottage. I usually wake early before Alex gets up and sit in the living room and have a cup of coffee and check e-mail or draw. Normally, I'd be out running at this time but I have been resting a hip injury so I'm using this time to draw. I am growing to like this quiet time in the morning before Alex wakes up.

This was a hard image to draw and capture the feeling there because the sun streams through the window and makes the interior look very dark (which it is not). The trim is actually white with off-white walls but because the sun is so strong, the interior appears very dark grey. My favorite part of this sketch is the right hand side perhaps because it is there that I get the sense that the light is coming into the room with the shadows on the side of the window jamb and also on the mini blinds at the top of the window.

Today, we make the final move out to the lake (it's a process) so the next sketches will be quite different ...

Moving Time

I started this sketch by using a flat waterbrush and putting down some big blocks of color and then did some pen work, then more color and so on. I liked the "dialogue" between the drawing and painting. One step helped the other until I stopped. I kind of like the unfinished quality it has.

Memorial Day

It's Memorial Day. Alex & I went to the parade this morning. I took some pictures there thinking I might like to draw something from one of the photos but I probably won't have time. Moving & organizing this week but taking a quick break to post a couple of drawings I did last week.

My Favorite (local) Church

This is one of my favorite churches and it happens to be just a few doors down from where I live. I went down the street to sketch this church on a beautiful Sunday afternoon and found a tree under which to sit. It cradled my body perfectly as the sun warmed me. The perfect sketching place and time...

The color was added later on my computer. This is a technique I learned from fellow blogger Christina Jonsson - thank you Christina. I have a long way to go to do it as nicely as she does but it was good fun to learn and a technique I'm sure I'll make more use of in my architectural practice.

Self Portrait #1

I did this drawing of myself about a month ago as part of working through" Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain"' by Betty Edwards. I kind of expected I wasn't going to like it but I was surprised to find that I actually thought it was OK.

Lunchtime!

I have lunch at Boynton-Mckay once or twice a week. My favorite thing to have there is the chicken fajita wrap on a whole wheat tortilla -yum!

This store is across the street so it was an easy target. The scale of it is all wrong. It's much wider in real life. It bothered me at the time I was drawing it but since then I've grown to like it. Adding color is an adventure-I love that part. I'm growing to like the happy accidents that occur in drawing and painting.

My Entry

The Entry into a house is something that has always interested me. It's been said that a house without a proper entry is like a man without a head. The entry is an opportunity to give expression, to reflect who you are so that as you enter your home it somehow aligns with you and strengthens you.

And it's not just the visual either - it's the smells both as you walk up to the entry and as you walk into the house. It's what sounds you hear - birds singing, cars moving by, neighbors, water sounds. It seems rare that we ever get the opportunity to make our entries fit us.

This entry is not really "mine" but I like it. I rent this little cottage in town during the winter months. In June I'm going to move out to the lake for the Summer and Fall. The cottage is named after Minot's Ledge, a lighthouse off the coast of Massachusetts.

Village green

Lunchtime bike rides start from here. I sat here one afternoon a couple of weeks ago and sketched as the sun was going down. It got a bit nippy so I packed it in before finishing.

Jury Duty

Today I dropped Alex off at school and went on to my studio. I started up my computer and chatted with Marcel about the weekend and began to get ready for a work filled Monday. As I started up Outlook a little box popped up and said I was 30 minutes late for Jury Duty.

Damn! I forgot all about that. Begrudgingly, I packed up my stuff that I had just unpacked and headed down to Rockland to the County Courthouse. I arrived just as the jurors were being herded into the courtroom, filled out the paperwork, and took a spot among the 150 or so potential jurors.

Oh well, might as well draw, right? I felt like a court sketch artist must feel -my butt was killing me at the end of the day!



It turned at to be a good day of drawing but unfortunately I didn't get picked to sit on a jury. There were 4 Cases they selected for and they chose 12 jurors and 2 alternates for each one.

Maybe next time... serving on a jury is on my list of things to do before I die. (it's a long list...)

Mothers Day without Mom

This is my mom. I drew this on New Years day of this year in room 12 at Pen Bay Hospital. I think this is the drawing that started it all. Since this drawing, I have been sketching just about every day.

I like this drawing. The nose isn't quite right, but overall I think my mom is in that drawing. It is the first time I ever drew my mom that I can recall. It's a simple drawing but it connected me to her at a time when I understood I was going to lose her.

Four years ago she was diagnosed with stage 4 endometrial cancer. She went through radiation, hormone treatments, chemotherapy and surgery. She fought to survive. She wanted to live. At 69, she was too young to die.

On December 30, I drove her to the hospital. She appeared to be having another bowel blockage. She had one back in October and they were able to get things moving again with a regimen of laxatives and enemas. This time though, nothing appeared to be working and after 3 days of trying, it become clear that the fight was over and because of the advanced state of the cancer, surgery was not really an option. It is a frustrating thing to watch your mother die because she can't go poop. In all other ways she was a very healthy woman. Except for the fact that her abdominal cavity was riddled with tumors, she was just fine...

Her body was so strong in fact, that she lived on another month on a diet of morphine solution IV fluid and little else. She died on February 4th, with our family together by her side as she finally let go.

The hardest part is getting that she is gone. I still want to call her, drop in and be with her, go out to dinner and talk about our lives.

Over the month that she was in the hospital I sketched her several times and I'm glad I did because I have those memories of being with her and really paying attention to the details of her face.

Happy Mothers Day Mom - wherever you are...