revisiting a previous sketchbook page during my 60 minute practice session
A great water logged book I found on a walk! Salvaged all the images when I got home.
Happy New Year middle-aged mammals!
It’s still raining in Los Angeles. How’s the weather in your neck of the woods? Do tell.
Art Mammals Inc. the solo-flying, middle-aged, art queens have been meeting regularly and I’m enjoying them so much. Yesterday in one of our groups we did 1 minute blind contour drawing then held 5 minute poses for each other. There was lots of laughter when everyone revealed their work. Nothing is better to shrug off the dismal state of the world than blind contours.
In my next sketchbook flip over on the Substack, I’ll give an update, but for now here’s a sample:
This morning I popped into a coffee shop for a rainy morning journal writing session and some sketching of unsuspecting patrons. Much to my surprise there was a live jazz group getting started. Once again my tiny 3×5 Art Creations sketchbook came in very handy. I carry it with me everywhere and will never go without one again. I had the best seat in the house for sketching. Somehow I managed not to draw too much attention to myself in my neon coral raincoat.
I’ll leave SEWN up for the entire month of January. Enjoy it! AS I’ve said before I’ll be doing this for more of my classes from time to time. Subscribe to this space if you want the passwords next time I give them away. I’ll offer up SEWN for a few more days and then it will be closed to new people. This community here on DFLA has given me so much over the long years and I’ve met many friends and been inspired by so many of you. Ticket to Venice was the offering in November/December. (closed now)
Okay. Over and out. Saluting you from my cozy lantern-lit retirement cottage. I start my first ever Yoga class next week. I can’t help thinking this will be a comedy of errors and very unlike the ease with which I’ve taken up swim classes, but I’m trying to keep an open mind. Light some candles for me. And for yourselves.
A small poem. Alas without a known author.
The Seeker
I had not spared myself.
I had been bold in my endeavor.
In the great search for wisdom
I had travelled near and far,
and never tired of seeking out
the celebrated names.
But one day
one line in one work
stopped me in my tracks.
How I blushed, ear to ear,
as it sang into my heart:
“Stand still, and do not waver
from your emptiness!”
Which reminds me I’m also starting a meditation group on Monday at 6 a.m. Light more candles! Take good care. Inform me of your whereabouts and whatabouts.
