Another day with no rain and 90+ degrees!  The deer no longer have food on Kennesaw Mountain so they migrate to forage in our neighborhood gardens.  The AC in my studio can just keep ahead of my tolerance for the heat wave.  

So, I attempted something different this afternoon to remind myself of days when snow and skiing was part of my life.  I don't know where I found this scene but this is done entirely with Tombow ink brush.  Still a little more work to do, but perhaps not much more for fear of reverting to my tight draftsman pen might ruin the looseness of this attempt.  

Does it cool you down?

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This is the title I think I'll give this new piece.  An ink drawing composed mostly of vertical ink lines in the background, ink brush plus pen on the middle ground (bridge), and horizontal ink lines to tie the water the  foreground to the background.

'Thought I'd share this while working on the values.  I'm being torn between working on this in my studio or working outside in such beautiful weather.  The outdoors beckons... I MUST answer! 

The Biltmore Estate is awesome - a "Disney World" for adults in the mountains of Western North Carolina, where old-timey castles are at a minimum. So cool. Such history. Fantastic getaway.

I carried my sketchbook, of course, and nourished by a hot dog and a beer just off the meticulous stables, began capturing this scene that surrounds the courtyard.   Ah, to be rich one day...

Okay.  Hold onto your seats while I begin a daring experiment!

Sara and I are spending a few days in Asheville ... our "first visit" after having lived in the south for nearly 45 years!  We're staying at an "air B&B", another first!  A gorgeous view from our deck.  In the foreground a peaceful garden. In the middle ground (those who have taken instruction from me - you know what I'm talking about) a thick forest where a sliver of the Swannanoa (?) River is seen running through it. In the background the Appalachian Mountains framed by trees.

Miriam (our innkeeper) tends the foreground garden where daylily's are lit by filtered sun. This time I brought a small watercolor set with me and, having a few lazy hours to spare sitting on the deck with morning coffee or evening wine, I'm emboldened to try once again adding some watercolor to my ink sketches.  

This is a practice piece in my sketch book. This is the first time I think I might begin to have some success adding watercolor without warping the cheap paper I use. So I think it's worth some more practice! Sara (my critic and promoter-in-chief) thinks so too.  How about you?

I've been asked to exhibit some of my art in the Library at Smyrna, GA.  It goes up  July 1 and remains on exhibit for 2 months, until September 1.  

Since it's a library, I decided it would be nice to display one of my ink drawings of early "book making".  This was inspired when touring the Czech Republic and subsequent researching the history of the Moravian Church. This pre-reformation church has continually stressed educating the general population. Their mass-printing and distribution network promoted literacy and fed knowledge and understanding (temporal and spiritual) to middle and lower classes, a luxury previously reserved for the wealthy or powerful. The rest, so to speak, is "history".

Printing and distributing books rapidly became a "social media" phenomenon of the 15th Century to spark the Protestant Reformation, much the same way using iPhones and computers is sparking reformative thinking and movements today.   

If you are in the area, I invite you to stop by and browse the second floor gallery of Smyrna Library while my art is exhibited.

I stopped while bicycling by this herd of sheep grazing under Portugal's cork trees. A soothing pastoral scene.  We think of sheep as creatures who meander or mindlessly follow a leader - whoever seems to be in front of the pack.  Why do they do that, I wonder.

So, I get back on my bike and silently wonder if the sheep watch us as we pass by with the same curiosity; a long line of strangely clad creatures sitting on a narrow uncomfortable chair atop a 2 wheel contraption, mindlessly peddling and sweating away, following our obvious leader clad in spandex (I'm conspicuous in my cotton cargo shorts), to a destination yet unknown.  Why do they do that, they wonder. 

Oh well, enough philosophical speculation.  Suck it up.  Only 15 more miles to go to my next destination and a beer.

History of migration, invasion and conquest assumes many faces, not always destruction and death. There are times when a face of assimilation, cooperation and advancement emerges, attributed I think to  human reason and faith.  Europe has seen it's share of both.

This impression was driven home by the our visit to Seville, but especially to Cordoba and the magnificent architecture which once witnessed nearly 700 year peace filled coexistence of Islam, Christian, and Hebrew traditions. Everyone profited, God was honored, and social order thrived.   

I was dumbstruck when touring Cordoba's 8th century Mezquita Mosque which surrounds the more recent (16th century) Gothic Christian church, designed to be built this way by King Charles V, champion of the Roman Catholic counter-reformation. The Jewish quarter and Synagogue are just around the corner.  All this would change during the turmoil of inquisition politics. Our tour guide humbly described facts of this unique time of peace, and hinted at it's significance as part of the soul of Spain.

I was unable make a drawing which captures the harmonious synergy of that time - maybe later as it sinks in and as I do more research.  For now, my sketch of Seville will have to do.  

​I asked the toreador if there was any relationship in the moves of bullfighting to the moves in the dance of flamenco. "Of course not", he said.  I think he was insulted. 





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I didn't mean to insult. But only two days earlier we ate at a local restaurant in Ubeda which was also hosting a wedding party. Our tour leader invited three charming little girls, high from the festivities and wedding cake, to join us. There was singing and dancing at the party, Our tour leader asked "do you do Flamenco?"  "Of course" was the response of one precocious 10 year old, followed by a spontaneous demonstration quickly choreographed between adult and child ('could be mother and daughter) showing steps obviously common in a Spanish beginning dance school.

It was sweet, and so unexpected that no one captured the scene on camera. Now only a memory; the posturing, the graceful moves with a cape or shaw, the use of staccato rhythm to excite the mood, made me assume there must be some coincidental relationship to the bullfight. My bad.  But I'm not convinced either...'something quintessential-Spanish in both of these aesthetic and athletic displays.

We ended our trip with a planned dinner-time visit by professional Flamenco dancers.  This sketch captures that scene, reminiscent of the wedding party.