I’ve always been fascinated by wasp and hornet nests. The daubers homes look like ancient cliff dwellings to me.
Old Man Crego left an old back windshield for some (probably American) pick up truck. Along with the scrap wood left in the wasp infested shed, I am making my new oil painting palette out of said items. Thanks Old Man.
Thanks and solidarity for each day-night that we have to create. Even if it is alone, or by ones self. Keep at it. There is no other way.
I’ve not really started in on this yet, but it is catalogued with a born on date.
Here is a nice study of ROY G BIV from the afternoon light through a water pitcher.
…a new painting? I’ve looked at this view many times as of late, when I let the dog out after meals. Maybe it’s the snow I’m digging on.
I’ve been having fun letting the colors and lines sustain the automatic journey.
More fun with pens on the couch.
Just sittin’ and doodling.
I like how this iPhone night shot of my coffee mug in the garage turned out. What happens en route while letting the dog out after her dinner.
Blythe saw this on the way to our land. A little post processing to try and show how it really looked.