Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak; O Lord, heal me; For my bones are vexed.
In all these efforts to become as fit as I once was, I keep thinking about healing. About what it looks like. About how to know when it is complete. About the restoration of [...]
crossweave necklace with pendant
I have always wanted to try my hand at a little jewelry-making and finally did it. This is the first project in a book called Stitching Beaded Jewelry. It was fun, fairly easy to figure out, and a little addicting. I have a lot of beads now to play with. [...]
Today I am not at my high school reunion. I will spend the day busy doing things that I love and things that I must. But I will not be celebrating my days at Chambersburg High. I am 90 miles away from the town where I graduated. I could be there. But I will [...]
I try to keep a sketchbook with me at all times. This does not always work, especially since I recently began switching purses more often than I used to. Sometimes I remember the sketchbook but not the box of pencils. Sometimes I remember the pencils but not the sketchbook. Sometimes I remember [...]
white conte and vine charcoal on strathmore 400 series
For ages, every time I took a drawing class certain materials would land on the supply list but never be used – conté crayon being the biggest culprit. In the last year I’ve finally begun using the sanguine conté pretty regularly. But the white conté [...]
sanguine conte on drawing paper
I love sanguine pastel. I love how it erases incompletely, allowing the skin to glow and look so fleshy where the light hits it. I love that it is simply pretty.
There are nights in art class that are frustrating. there are mights that are fun. Most nights begin [...]
I collect compliments. Don’t you? You really should. A collectible compliment isn’t your run of the mill ‘how nice you look today, Becky’ (though I accept those happily). And collecting compliments is not about fishing for them. A collectible compliment is very specific to context. It comes from someone who can be expected to either [...]
Warning: you might find this to be sentimental schmaltz. But it’s my sentimental schmaltz and my blog so….
What do you miss when you’re in pain? What do you lose? What are you blinded to?
I’ve been taking art classes every term for nearly two years now. Next month is the two [...]
What I have to do this week: finish a hand study for figure drawing class, get my car serviced, learn the piano accompaniment to an arrangement of O My Father, arrange for a double-quartet of singers for church at the end of the month (so far I only have 2 and a 1/2 out of [...]
conte crayon on Canson drawing paper
Last week’s figure drawing. This woman was by far the oldest model I’ve ever drawn. Possibly a shade over four and a half feet, a wispy voice, drawing near seventy years old if not beyond it. And the most regal bearing in her poses that I have ever [...]