In 1968, Sally, at 109 is both the oldest and only African American resident of the old-folks home where Alice works as a nurse. Drawn to Sally, Alice sits at Sally’s bedside and asks her about her life, returning home each night to journal about it. Alice discovers something profound, something she takes with herContinue reading “Sally”
This is another procreate watercolor.
I drew this from a photo taken some years back. We were hiking at Carter Caves State Park in Kentucky. I took this picture of my husband. I’m using procreate on my iPad. I’ve been working with the brushes, trying to create watercolor effects.
This is a continuous progression, although sometimes, we feel we are going backwards. We are currently in the process of building a bog, a new filtration system using rocks and water plants. I’m hoping to use cattails.
The Road Not Taken BY ROBERT FROST Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassyContinue reading “A Fitting Poem for our Trails”
I haven’t even gotten the book off to the editor yet, but I am playing around with the cover. I had originally drawn three paper dolls, but last night, I began work on three figures. It is the story of three middle-aged women who are best friends.
This is the first time I’ve managed to get the rocks to resemble actual rocks. At least, I feel I’ve gotten closer this time. This is no place, a totally made-up landscape.
This is my colorful rendition of a Shaker building at Pleasant Hill, KY.