"Old One", drawing on 8x8" scratchbord panel
Thank you all for your heartfelt words on my last post,
I was truly comforted by your support and well wishes.
As the days melt one into the other, we find our
feet on the path of healing, feeling the strength
of our family and the warm embraces of
those near and far.
I have been working on more tree drawings,
the obsessive mark-making a meditation in the fading
winter light. I think the one above is my favorite so far,
finished last night sitting close to the wood stove
listening to an audio book of ancient days of
road wandering and storytelling in England.
"Mystery Tree", drawing on 4x4" scratchbord panel
A frozen world surrounds me, with a sweet dusting of
snow, a blank parchment recording the travels
of the forest creatures. Below, the tracks of the fox,
just outside the door, where many an encounter
was had between fox and Pasha cat last spring.
Grandmother Winter's dark cloak hides the daylight early
away, yet the frozen jewels she spreads beneath her
reveal that silent ones have slipped past. I love this time
of year, able to read the traveling stories of the often
invisible woodland wanderers.
Below, a collection of images from the last day
of school. Student work from my class, Exploring the Natural World,
and the last photo, a collection of books projects from
2D Design & Color. I hope you enjoy them as much as I!
(Click to enlarge)
Mixed-media - map cutout and collage by Sarah P. who
shares my love of winter trees.
A very large chalk pastel drawing - 20"x50" or so,
by another Sarah.... lovely light!
A 3-d illustration of a poem by Riley,
with detail below.
Watercolor and color pencil drawings by Miriam.
Watercolor and pen & ink drawing by Justine below.
Atmospheric imaginary landscape by Jess, and
"Animal Houses", by Austin below.
Mixed-media collage - lovely landscape by Kate, and
below, a collection of design books, and a peek at
the studio at school where I teach.
Alas, it is time to wrap myself in wool, down and fleece
and venture out to bring in wood, fill bird feeders, and
walk a bit to collect kindling. Pasha has been in
and out many times already, for the temperature
was only 12 degrees last I looked. I wonder if
he'll join me on my chores to write our
wandering stories in the snow?
