my day



Sketches from a Saturday: Heinz Hall has chandelier sconces in the basement and gold leaf everywhere. An old wall lamp near Smithfield and Liberty looked as if it might still run on gas. I was given a grey pigeon feather. At home, I sat on the porch swing and watched shadows.


What a neat page! I really like how you pulled all the those elements from your day together!

I think my favorite moment of the day of drawing was at the very end: looking down at my sketchbook and seeing the shadow of the porch swing's chains across the page - I just traced them, as they seemed to be in the right place to pull the whole composition into focus for me.

What a wonderful "accident"--and good for you for being so open to seeing what is around you, Liz! Beautiful drawing!

Very evocative, as if a story could be drawn from the drawing. The pigeon did it while sitting on the chandelier, and later the evidence was found by lamplight as you walked through the shadows. . .

How charming to find you when I googled black edges on zinnia leaves. I planted a whole flat last week to the detriment of my almost 80 year old back and yesterday many of them developed black edges around the leaves.
You drawing journal intrigued me. I have kept word journal for some sixty years with big gaps when my children were small. I find that I find out a whole lot I didn't know I knew or come to understand a problem as I talk to myself with coffee every morning.
My 46-year-old librarian daughter draws in her journal and often pastes things from her daily life in it and I admire her habit.
Thank you for sharing. I'll be back to woolgathering another time. I enjoy your New England weather observances, so different from Piedmont N.C.



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