


She piled her wagon high with this dark and matted mulch taking it back to her garden.
I admit that I would watch for her. I was intriqued and mesmerized as if I were looking through a keyhole into another, distant time. As soon as I would notice her coming down the road I would bolt for my sketch book. All the while she worked I drew. There were times when I went out to walk beside her attempting to catch her other worldly quality on my paper. She did not seem to mind. We never spoke, I don't imagine we knew the same language, yet she inspired me greatly.
Two of the sheets here were done from life on 18x24 inch newsprint. The third is a sheet of four studies using soft pastel and conte crayon.
Very cool. I appreciate you explanation and really enjoy seeing the progression of these. Nice!
ReplyDeletethanks Kathleen...I am finding that this process is providing a most serendipitous host of happy surprises..so many things that i had not thought of are rising up to say 'Hello!!'
ReplyDeleteReally nice pieces, I love art of people in their every day lives.
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