Bullet: thought

Seven weeks into an eight week class I feel a lot of things, but I think it’s best summed up with a description of a graph. The Confidence versus Knowledge graph, they say, is like a curve with a deep dip in the middle. At the start, when knowledge is (greater than zero but still)

I’m taking a deserved day off. I’ve been drawing every day for the whole month of March and (with some family stuff happening today) I need a day to catch my breath. The break will be short-lived, of course, because (a) it’s basically spring now and I can start to see the trees budding and

It’s the first day of spring. Or, officially, the spring equinox and the astronomical point at which the planetary axis corresponds to this thing we think of as a seasonal change. I was thinking about being outside again and painting in the fresh air. I could, in theory, paint outside year-round, but since watercolour needs

I’m not a details person. In my head I think I’d like to be, but it takes a special sort of mood for me to focus on the little things. So, when I’m in that mood and that mood corresponds to a point in time when I happen to have a paint brush in my

I ran into a friend in the grocery store today as I was rushing around on my lunch break, running errands, restocking my coffee, living a hectic life between meetings. She was wandering. Shopping. Waiting for news from her doctor. I probably don’t need to mention there was a good chance it would be bad