I'm in the middle of all sorts of things and, after the strict focus of Paris, am feeling a little scattered. One of the things that's occupying me is coming up with an art plan for 2007. The desire to return to painting and color study looks like it will be a major factor. On the practical side, there's all the reconnecting to family and friends, hearth and home, after a month away, with the holidays looming like a giant billboard in my consciousness.
I'll be posting sketches in batches this month. Here are a few from the weekend.
Kitty sleeping in heated circular bed, bought for her comfort after vet unnecessarily amputated her tail. Won't be going back to him anymore.
I woke up at 2am Saturday morning, thinking it had snowed. The full moon cast tiny snow drifts on the level surfaces of stone wall and gravel path outside our window, and spotlit the white blossoms of a Stewartia shrub.
Something tells me, Toto, we aren't in Paris anymore. Saturday morning at Foster's café.
And a plateful of gourds.