Thursday, July 17, 2014
|This is not your average fluffy white cloud!|
|Fortunately, an umbrella salesman materializes out of thin air.|
|The enticements on the way; a marzipan metropolis!|
|We are always, heading into the Unknown!|
Monday, July 7, 2014
|Beneath the old, old moon…|
|our beloved trio make their solitary way. Imagine, a trio, solitary --but it is true.|
|Beneath a moon which has little light to give, our trio wend their merry way.|
Thursday, June 26, 2014
I don't think he will stay in the little willow tree's shadow for long. And maybe he will return ere long once the sun goes down for a little nap.
Update July 11, 2014: A partner appears on the scene. Not much will get accomplished today! Have fun little foxes. Stay out of trouble.
|revised and completed painting: a playmate appears!|
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
colored pencil, ink, pastel
A brand new square. A new plaza. A new platz.
A place for parades and coronations:
Wenceslas, Tiananmen, Tahrir, Gezi, Zucotti, La Bastille…
A place for barricades and an army of one (or many).
A place for chance encounters and ephemeral markets.
A place to kiss and coo and soothe a skinned knee.
Eat gelato and drink espresso,
and in seasons of strife, trays of lovely cut lemons.