Our first winter in New England. We enjoyed it more than we dreamed; for one thing, there is a lot of bright sunshine. My spirits notice this, and celebrate. Afternoons from time to time get spent in a coffee shop; while Greg studies, transcribes, draws or writes, I am lettering – joyful ways to pass time and drop into wordlessness. ¶ The above is a sample of illumination found in the Luttrell Psalter. I’ve never seen it anywhere else, it’s a challenge to navigate, hence it becomes a lovely puzzle for me to solve. Life is good. (¶ P.S. I often get good quotes from Greg as he’s reading nearby.)
The medieval work sneaks in when I’m not looking. Eyes Wide Open says, “Let me play, too!”
We spent a day (of not sketching) at the Antiquarian Book Fair, and I felt so rich from it I bought myself a page of a 13th c. French bible, the filigree of which I’ve been practicing.
And, a sunny Sunday at New York Botanical in the Bronx. On the Bronx River. It was a lovely slow day, the cherry trees in bloom, azaleas in the forest, and the first peony.