In college I was often called the flower lady, which is odd because I had never really thought of painting flowers but I enjoyed the exercises we practiced using them as our models. All of our drawing and painting at that time was from life (other than learning to paint by copying the masters) and one of my favorite exercises was taping four large sheets of newsprint together and, while working on the floor, using our entire body to transfer the flower that was dropped in front of us onto the entire sheet with charcoal. It was messy and oh so much fun. There are days that I wish I had a large space like those studios in order to play like this once again. Maybe I'll find someplace once my shoulders have healed (and they are slowly coming along). By the way, the image on the top (the red columbine) was the painting I began during the live jazz night at Inglewood Fine Arts last week...it's finally finished!
Honouring the Ancestors
Great Places Plan