Retrospective of Blog Posts: 2020

Looking back through my blog posts in 2020. 

The year was defined by the pandemic.

I am guessing 2021 will not be drastically different with 

attention & activities close to home. 

I like the way my art practice has been evolving 

with fewer distractions.

At the same time, I miss exploring the world out there...

And I am saddened by the illness & death

& do not take my own health for granted.

Jan. 2020. The last time I sketched in a café, before shutdown. 

In Jan. I kept a thumbnail visual journal.

Valentine's Day, 2020. 

A friend & I sketched flowers that I'd received. 

Before the quarantining began.

March 4. Last trip to Boston. 

I unconsciously knew that this would be the last time for awhile.

I didn't know just how long it would be though.

March 15. Life changed.  

The arrival of Covid, restrictions & fear.

 I drew grocery store maps for practical reasons: 

to get in & out fast.

Masks.  

The colors & cloth inspired me...

So I got out my sewing machine, organized a sewing center

 & learned more about stitching & working with cloth.

 

April. I enjoyed working on Pocket/Envelope folios & books,

inspired by Robinsunne & Amy from the 

Library Art Journal Group. 

I'm still enjoying making them.

The group started meeting on Zoom. 

I'm grateful that we've been able to continue. 

A creative spark during what can sometimes be a bleak time.

In May I started going again 

on outdoor excursions with the Sketchers.

 Camden Library park.

We don't meet now that cold weather has set in.

May:  I started watching online Metropolitan Opera broadcasts. 

I enjoyed learning more about this art form.

The sets, costumes & pageantry are stunning!

They have the same appeal as fairy tales did in my childhood.

Above: Cinderella.

July: Weeklong Experimental Sketchbook 

University class via Zoom. 

I enjoyed pushing my drawing to to some new places 

The Zoom grid became a prevalent motif.

August: Short, local car rides became 

as exciting as former longer trips had been.

September. Sketching with Sketchers 

& on my own in local gardens. 

Pockets of bliss.

September: With Sketchers at the local historic cemetary. Sunlight, autumn colors

& shadows were stunning that day. 

Sketchers went to the Rail Trail, just a few miles out of town.

There is a "sancutary" with a picnic table off the trail

overlooking the river. Safely away from other walkers. 

October. I learned a lot more about journaling including 

organizational aspects in the Dot or Bullet Journaling mode. 

Above: Food & Fitness Journal, Daily Journal, 

Music & Dance Journals. 

Today: I focus on my private journals,

experimenting & exploring, 

Looking back, what do I miss the most? 

Wandering out in the world with my sketchbook.

Energy Confined: Two Stages

Energy Confined: 

Gallery View

Stage 1

Energy Designed & Confined: 

Stage 2

Sheltering In and A Note to "Desired Grace"

Sheltering in...Some days I go inward more than others...

It's OK from time to time to be a hermit, 

it revitalizes me. 

But one also needs a balance, of getting out, being with people. 

But those things are out of reach at the moment.

Between wearing a mask that makes breathing hard,

& worrying that people are coming too close,

it's easier to just stay in. Or to walk close to home where there are few passersby.

Small things, like making coffee in the morning,

take on greater importance these days.

In my daily journal I note small occurences,

(of which there are many) 

as well as broader reflections. 

Big events? There are few, if any.

 

I doodle & dabble here at home.

I spend time organizing papers, notes & drawings.

I've made great progress, 

but some times it doesn't feel as if I have. 

 

Penmanship practice soothes me. Pen & watercolor...

I'm often content & grateful. But lately I am missing the freedom to move about & to explore the world in the way that I did before....

A note to a nice young lady whose blog is Desired Grace:Thank you for asking my permission to use some of my sketches. I must say no, please don't use them in any way, but it was gracious of you to ask. They are my own personal responses to my world, & I encourage you to experiment & to find your own responses & images. 

PS The spacing wouldn't work the way it used to. Has anyone had this problem on the new platform?

The Journaling Practice: Organizing

I've been absorbed in my journaling practice...

I taught a little Zoom workshop with a focus on 

organizational forms of journaling:

Planner/calendar meets Sketchbook Diary

The prep work got me to develop my own practice far deeper

than ever before.

Some of my current active notebooks:

• Daily Journal (Master Journal)

• French & Polish Study 

• Music & Dance 

• Food & Fitness

• Weekly Creative Journaling Group

• Art Learning/Noting

• Journal About Making Journals 

• Creative Projects Journal

My three most actively used notebook journals.

Perhaps journaling wouldn't be such an active part of my life

if I weren't sheltering in most of the time. 

With the influence of many online journalers my layouts

are more conscious now. There is consistency with variety

from day to day.

The colors & color codes are not only fun, 

but they help me to be able to easily refer back.

A before picture. 

This started out to be a Books, Music & Films

notebook. Eeek! what chaos.

Soon I'll begin the work 

of organizing this into a neat little notebook.

In the meantime I've been organizing my old art work.

I found some plastic sheet protectors with 2" X 2" slots 

for old fashioned slides at a yard sale. 

I've been filling the little pockets

with all these snippet cutouts 

that I'd thrown willy nilly into a box.

What's cool is that now that I know where to find them,

I'm actually using them in some of my current creating!!

All this journal writing & organizing 

would not be as much of a pleasure

if I didn't love to handwrite with fountain pens

on beautifully smooth paper...

And if I didn't love using my art materials, 

especially the watercors & colored pencils.

So, my Sketchbook Wandering takes place more within

the confines of my home these days

than out of doors.

Sketching Downtown on a Rainy Day

                                         

Went rainy day sketching with just 2 of the Sketchers. 

When my paper started getting wet, I stopped with a quick

black & white sketch and the 3 of us retreated to the porch of 

 our favorite plant/home/gift boutique. 

Later, at home, when I added color I didn't use reference photos. For me that was daring, 

to add paint from memory & intuition. 

There is always something new to try when sketching!

The cold rain meant very few people were out. 

And it felt good to be with fellow sketchers. 

With distance.

Our outdoor days are limited. 

What will we do in winter when, on some days,

 the weather will prevent outdoor sketching & visits?

Going Outdoors with The Sketchers

The Sketchers meet once a week, always

in beautiful places that are not far from our homes.

When I resumed going, over a month ago, 

drawing felt new all over again.

I had the tendency to try to record too much. 

After all, so I was seeing so many wonderful details!

This on location sketch got re-worked as I realized my eye 

had not seen certain things correctly. 

It would have been an ideal oil painting.

Sometimes, with watercolor, I miss being able 

to make lots of revisions.

The top sketch was a 2nd version,

using the original sketch, plus a photo.

I like both for different reasons. 

I'm finally coming around to making quick value studies

before jumping into color. How seductive color is though!

Lucy Willis' book, Light: How to See It, How to Paint It

has had a big influence on me recently. 

I used to own it, but gave it away.

Apparently I wasn't ready at the time.

We had an excursion to our local,

rather historic cemetery. Some challenges in perspective here.

On another excursion I stood on the end of a long wharf

at a harbor of a neighboring town.

As I sketched, the tide moved in.

Light, shadows & reflections grew more pronounced.

A lobster boat or 2 came in to shore. The slow rhythm 

& unhurried atmosphere calmed me.

No matter what the art lessons or technical challenges,

I Iove the peace I experience while sketching outdoors.

Going to the Fair...But Not This Year

 This post is an excerpt of an essay I wrote for a local newsletter.

La Table de Nana, 

who can’t make her annual pilgrimage to her

beloved Provence this fall, 

is sharing photos & memories of her past trips.

Do visit her blog!

The Common Ground Country Fair is my annual fall pilgrimage. 

I write about it here each September.

The Fair was cancelled due to Covid.

Each year I go to join in the 

celebration of harvest season, 

of community & cooperative sharing, 

of living in harmony with nature, 

of caring for the the earth & for one another.  

All with joy, artistry, respect, &, well... Love. 

Good things to have in these times. 

I go to rejoice in the midst of 

September’s vivid color, light & energy, 

before the gray of winter sets in. 

  

So many of us fairgoers, farmers, gardeners &

 participants of all ages felt the loss. 

I enjoyed going through old photos & journal entries. 

A reminder of one of the reasons I keep journals.

Over the years my small sketchbook journal 

has been my steady companion at the Fair.

One time the Popcorn Lady popped over

to watch me sketching her Popcorn House!

That gave me the chance to tell her how much I loved it

& to learn more about its creation!

Sketching to live, homegrown music, 

one of my favorite, favorite ways to sketch!!

This year I am adapting. Though sad, I've still been able to find

 September Joy in some beautiful local gardens.

I hope that by next year at this time 

our pilgrimages, 

our active community lives & celebrations,

and our good health will be back.

China Marker Resist: Autumn Flowers

Remember crayon resist in elementary school?

Such magic when the wax lines (Crayola crayons)

got revealed by painting over them with water paints!

Here I drew with white china marker on white paper.

I loved not being able to

see exactly what I was drawing. 

A bit like blind contour drawing.

You rely on feeling the movement of your subject 

instead of the exact outlines.

Late summer sun has been intensely illuminating neighborhood gardens and flowers.

Sometimes I think I've never in my whole life

seen such beauty.

 I 'll post here as long as I can...

Still not sure I want to be forced in the new platform...

Visit to a Sketcher's Garden

I hadn't gone sketching with the group in awhile.

We visited a member's country/woods garden.

The first image was a warm up, a rather chaotic response to 

a beautiful tangle of ferns and foresty plants

and an array of vivid colors in late afternoon sun.

Then, a more tame vignette, which is actually 

a sketch from a sketch using my photo as reference,

once back home.

The observer's eye, brain, & hand, 

like the body, gets out of shape without practice

and I felt it. 

Motto for the day:

Make sketching more of a priority because

I love the whole experience!

(To "Unknown" who asked permission to download 

some of my paintings for her studies: 

I appreciate that you asked.

I would ask that you not to do it. 

I feel vulnerable about my sketches being

on someone else's computer, & used, 

without me explaining my process & teaching.

Also, since I do sell paintings, it's awkward to 

have them be used, even though I know that's a risk

of posting them on the Internet.

And, I always encourage students to not get 

too tied in to some one else's work, but to experiment,

study techniques, watch demonstrations,

& let your own voice, experience, practice 

& responses develop.)

Forget Me Nots

Recently a dear new friend recited a children's poem 

in Polish to me, called Niezapominajki. 

Forget Me Nots.

I made this little drawing/painting to thank her.

 But now this seems like a serendipitous little post.   I may not make many more as the new format for posting is too complicated for me. I'd rather spend time with my art, though I love the 8 years I've been Sketchbook Wandering. 

(The name is copywrited & you may see it somewhere else along with my own name in the future.)

Niezapominajki were a favorite flower of my dear mother's. 

I loved seeing their lightness this spring during my early quarantine-time neighborhood walks. 

Niezapominajki
to są kwiatki z bajki!
Rosną nad potoczkiem,
patrzą rybim oczkiem.

Gdy się płynie łódką,
Śmieją się cichutko
I szepcą mi skromnie:
„Nie zapomnij o mnie”.