I might try to get you to read Marilyn Robinson’s Gilead. But I won’t offer to lend you my copy. Because I haven’t reread it this year and it’s definitely worth reading every year – just about the time you need some healing literature.
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pastel and newsprint contour exercise My aunt, when stuck behind a slow driver, will say, “he’s driving like a man with a hat on.” Try it with a central Pennsylvania drawl and an attitude of weary dismissive frustration. You might find it satisfying. [...] Brooks Williams albums It is completely dark. I am alone, driving a narrow road that curves through an urban patch of woods. As my headlights slice ahead I slow and watch for deer. I am fully content and for once fully present. On the radio Mary Cliff has been playing music but not talking, [...] I would try to get you to listen to Broken Bells with me. Absolutely against all the odds for someone who has failed repeatedly at this, I am still swimming. I’ve added backstroke, freestyle, a pull buoy and swim fins to my routine (oh, how I love the fins! Why did no one tell me how much I would love fins?). I am no longer working with a [...] the garden at Topkapi palace – Istanbul A friend once ‘interviewed’ me for a profile at church and when she asked what my favorite things were, I answered ‘I love clean sheets and fresh cut flowers.’ It was a slightly flippant answer, but, as these things go, also true. I’ve been in the habit [...] plaster bust in pastel Thank goodness for that overnight ‘curing’ process for drawings. I mean that, for some reason, I nearly always like a drawing better after I haven’t looked at it for a day or so. Time, distance, perspective, whatever it is, I like the process that magically improves the art. I usually [...] A new skull drawing from Monday night’s class. This is a plaster cast, not the real thing. Our teacher had it Velcro-ed atop a rod but it kept falling off and rolling away. It scared one of the students out of her skin when she didn’t see it fall but suddenly found it landing at [...] Random Moments of Highway Bliss Driving the Dream. Or driving part of the dream. Driving a version of a part of the dream? For Thanksgiving of 2000, I went to Europe. I’m not entirely sure I’ve made up my absence from the holiday table to my mother and grandmother yet, but I’m [...] (I’m having trouble uploading images right now so I’m taking this as an excuse to put up this post for which I’ve been unable to find an illustrative image) I started a new portrait class last month. I’ve taken classes from this teacher several times. She teaches beginning/intermediate portrait as well as beginning/intermediate figure classes [...] |
 
Becky's bookshelf: read
I was in a bookstore the other day hunting for something to read on writing when I got distracted by the books on reading. I picked this one up, knowing nothing about Nick Hornby beyond his connection to About a Boy. My impressions in no...
I grew up loving to read and hope to pass that on so every year I get books for my nieces and nephews for Christmas. There are twenty of them and as they're getting older I can no longer give only books I've read so each year there are o...
 
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