Everyday number 25. “When Continents Expire”, another first line from Emily Dickinson. And when they do expire? There will still, I think be roses, like the first ones that are appearing in our small garden in Madrid at the moment. Two yesterday, three today, by the end of the week there will be eighty or so,Continue reading “When Continents Expire”
Everydays numbers 23 and 24: ‘His Mind like Fabrics of the East’ and ‘We can but follow to the Sun’ are both first lines of poems by Emily Dickinson. Most of the picture comes first, then I find the first line from an index of her poems, and the picture changes a little to accommodate it,Continue reading “His Mind like Fabrics of the East.”
Everyday number 22. Drawn last night. Simply bed time after a long day. Last night at 11pm I was too tired to contemplate drawing anything, but this ‘drawing a day’ has become almost irrepressible. This took minutes, but it is still worth an awful lot to me. Even the simplest drawing has something to learn from,Continue reading “Bed Time”
Everyday number 21. Today I was totally prepared to give up this ‘make art everyday’ plan, too tired, just wanted a day where I can read a book or watch TV at night instead, then we went to a bar terrace with friends, came back, energies renewed, picked up the iPad and finally made a picture,Continue reading “Spring Night Out”
Everyday number 20. The most beautiful thing I saw today was a green metal bin in Madrid’s wild Casa de Campo park surrounded, almost lifted, by yellow wildflowers.