Made from plastic shopping bags, construction paper, flour and boiling water. See Sketching Workshops for upcoming program details.
 Heavy storms moved through Central Massachusetts on my way home today, accompanied by a tornado watch...we took shelter in the Gale Public Library where I saw a statue of Joan of Arc. After drawing her, I saw a small girl watching, so I gave her the drawing. I hope it makes her want to draw, too.
Tornado Looking, in this moment, at the summer landscape in all it's birdy fullness and firm greenery a moment: I sit in bright hot sodden sun in the leveled chopped green landscape strewn with splinters and plastic, and still that moment peaceful This moment peaceful, And later, after a tame storm has ripped spent petals from the early herbs, this moment. And that; there. No dripping foliage but the slightest stir of questioning birdsong in bare air. A prism in my fist stretched to the sun, I cast a single synthetic rainbow. Today is the last day of early Summer. "Tornado" is a musing on a Buddhist scrap of wisdom that I'm puzzling out.
Dancers at the 34th Annual held at Treasure Valley in Rutland, Massachusetts.  
 Back from a long recovery from surgery. April is National Poetry Writing Month. See NaPoWriMo.net. and the Poem-a-Day section of this site. Two minute fountain pen sketches, colored later with crayon. Images from pixelove.com, a collection o imaes for artist's exercise. 
To my family of friends and relations, colleagues and Tribe. I love you.  Cardinals in Snow, 2009
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