February 2007 Archives
From my table by the cafe window, I drew the trashcan, curb, and the street light post outside. The can and post were black, and when I was done with a line drawing, I began to notice all the shapes of color across the street: posters, signs, newspaper boxes, a hydrant. So I added those shapes in color.
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A week later and some of the tulips I got for Valentine's day are fading around the edges but still with us. I love tulips for the way they get more interesting to look at over time: stems stretching, curving, petals opening wider, three outer, three inner, revealing more and more about their shapes and deeper richer subtler colors, then wilting, folding, curling, twisting, until they pinwheel off their stems altogether. Not a bad way to go, come to think of it.
Used to hang tissue paper snowflakes in the front window today. I'm still feverish from my bout of flu this weekend, and think that perhaps there are enough snowflakes outside, but my daughter is adamant. We have 20 to put up. I think the window can't possibly hold them all. She finds room. And she is right - the view is prettier when glimpsed though a window of cut tissue paper. And I am still feverish, but have been reminded again of the way simple gestures can transform a space.
The best apricots I ever tasted were dried on a rooftop in Turkey, and had come from a garden halfway down a cliff. Tonight's were the second best, tasting of summer on a cold, cold night.
We went to visit the Carnegie Science Center today. The building has great views of the rivers. This window lets you look up the Ohio River, toward Downtown Pittsburgh and the point where the Allegheny and the Monongahela Rivers join. The Allegheny appeared to be mostly frozen today - more open water on the Mon and the Ohio.
I just got a couple of new VERY fine point fountain pens, filled one with brown ink and was trying it out tonight. Sometimes fine lines let me get intense... obsessive... as on the night last winter when I drew salt. So today I was making a conscious effort to let the lines stay rapid and loose. Obsessive stippling will come one of these evenings, though, because the pens are so much fun to use.
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The youngest child fell asleep with her foot on my lap. So I began to paint. No preliminary drawing, just jumped in there with color and began to push it around on the page. As I am doing this, my husband enters the room, and with the kindest of intentions (not recognizing my subject) lifts the child out of the way of my painting and carries her up to bed. So that's where this entry stops, with everything outside the frame of the picture: surprised mother, loving father, sleeping child.