A Quabbin Summer Solstice

You’d think, with all this extra time, I could keep up with my sketchbook … I’m not even drawing that much right now. So be it. Quabbin Reservoir is amazing … you can look it up … Western Massachusetts’ watershed, wisely protected and guarded (don’t even think about wading), it’s pristine and uncrowded. We drive 5 minutes, walk 1/2 mile, and settle for hours.

The text is a big bit of Gerard Manley Hopkins’ poem, “That Nature is a Heraclitean Fire,” which tends to go on and on. I’m fond of words that never seem to end.

?!

A young girl age 6 asked her mama to tell her what she did at the university where she went every day. “I am in the art department. I teach people how to draw and paint,” she replied. “You mean they forgot?!”

And speaking of “?!” – that’s called an interrobang. Also, no one ever told me the exclamation point is called a ‘bang’ in printers’ jargon. This is definitely something I should know! (?!)

Amazing Grace

Hiding in here in Western Mass, in the deep woods, I guess it’s time to reach out a little bit. Visiting California – before the world changed – was a dip back into old friendships, landscapes, with the added treat of an afternoon with new MacDowell friends. We caught up on life after MacDowell – another version of world-changing – but our personal worlds. Life is strange, scary, and wonderful. I think it is meant to be this way. I’m only guessing.

February 2020

2020 will most likely be a time we look back on … will we understand what has happened? But now, in the present moment, I’m willing to say, here I am; here I was; and this is what matters to me now. That I went to California by train alone to partake of my SF guild’s calligraphy retreat. That together 30 calligraphers worked in a silent scriptorium at Santa Sabina center on the Dominican U. campus. There are no words. It was magic.

New Year, New Sketchbook

Post MacDowell, back into the ‘real’ world, Greg trotted me off to New York City one day after I returned home. No need to settle in uselessly; just visit the big city, dwell in a New York state of mind (which is oddly similar to MacDowell’s); rest and relax and even draw.

I’m chuckling to myself as I peer at my Roman Numerals. They suddenly look like a clothesline! Have I mentioned that I’m feeling awe-fully happy?