I've been on a terror this past month sketching and painting rabbits and cats. My family are probably getting tired of them popping up in their mailboxes, but that is the joy of painting. Good or bad, I get to inflict them on those dearest to me.
Wonderful Things
Posted by Surfbunny Sunday, February 8, 2015 at 12:50 PM
I've been on a terror this past month sketching and painting rabbits and cats. My family are probably getting tired of them popping up in their mailboxes, but that is the joy of painting. Good or bad, I get to inflict them on those dearest to me.
I'm an Urban Sketcher in Rural America
Simonides calls painting silent poetry, and poetry speaking painting. Plutarch (A.D. 46?–A.D. c. 120)
A book is a part of life, a manifestation of life, just as much as a tree or a horse or a star. It obeys its own rhythms, its own laws, whether it be a novel, a play, or a diary. The deep, hidden rhythm of life is always there—that of the pulse, the heart beat.
Henry Miller, (1891-1980)
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