Sweets of Talents from Sirce Kwai
While proctoring a test, I get to sit and watch over a class for ninety minutes. This year, I brought in my 4 x 6″ fine art quality watercolor paper and my watercolor set. This watercolor set is a gutted-out Continue Reading …
European art is based on the rectangle. Asian art adores the round. Without going into the iridiology and pscyhology of these symbolic shapes, I like the round. Old hoola hoops donated by the school’s aftercare director are perfect plant drapes. Continue Reading …
Coffee and Pastel No…the coffee is not that browned blotch on the left hand side. The coffee is why that stayed a blotch. “Hat-racking” trees is not the best gardening look but this poor bush got so big over this Continue Reading …
My musings are most often in spiritual terms. Meditations are visual. My college years were steeped in wisdom development through Calligraphy. My mentor, Don Kunz, kept the Lloyd Reynolds tradition that the alphabet is also a spiritual language. This is Continue Reading …
Purple Vase Did I take the title from the old Jimmy Hendrix era? It’s been one of those color expressions that live on beyond the originator. Last year I bought this purple vase for the patio. Continue Reading …
Nupastel set of 62 is easy to carry around and pull out when conversations are seated. Made by Prismacolor, I have enjoyed their easy drawing friction on a laid charcoal paper. Rummaging through my garage during the recent holiday season, I Continue Reading …
My garden house patio intakes a constant southern light exposure. The patio is wide enough to see how east and west light brighten with warm yellows the field trees and bushes. Yesterday’s overcast weather was marvelously moodily cool. My model Continue Reading …
Hawk decorating the Norfolk Pine “Christmas Tree”. The Norfolk Pine populates South Florida as our ‘fir’ tree for Christmas. Sold in 5 gallon containers with dapper red velvet ribbons between Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve, it is a nuisance tree. It Continue Reading …
Landscapes moved faster than the oil paints could dry. Every scene I set up my outdoor easel to paint, disappeared by the following weekend. Michelangelo never had to grapple with razed landscape. I did. South Florida in the late 1980s Continue Reading …