Reminded of all that is and all that will be, I cheated time last night once again and looked to the past to fill in the missing weeks. How is a memory different from the actual moment. What comes of going inside the head vs living right in front of you? I’ve been too serious […]
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Sometimes I can’t help but see the patterns in the trees, like a dance on the horizon. It has been some time since I watched outside a speeding window, catching a moment that may never be again, marking a note to come back to that minute, that second. It may all change in an instant, […]
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As the last leaves fall from the trees in NYC and we move into the final month of the year, I find myself thinking about all that the world has endured in 2020; and hoping for a renewed sense of community and purpose in springtime, when the trees will bloom again. Posted by Veronica
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I did this illustration for a yearly encounter of waiting for the first snow. While it has snowed a few times, mostly before the winter began, I am still waiting for the blizzard, regardless of what that old groundhog says.—Dominick
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Can we do that daylights saving thing again. Yes, it is actually saving, savings. I was informed of that this week. Anyway, every time I feel like I am taking a few steps forward I find myself asleep. On Sunday that was great because I woke up early, sort of, but not tonight. All sorts […]
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Not really, just taking stock and working on some old projects. Found this from a few years ago. Quick study of an autumnal tree.—Dominick
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This drawing reminds me of fall. I painted this watercolor at the New York Botanical Garden #NYBG Greg Betza ©2018
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Pencil. ~Despina
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I said I would put down the feather quill but I gave it another shot and made this drawing of a patch of dead echinacea flowers. The constellations of pods are mesmerizing and the textures the various patterns make are so very Fall. Homemade walnut ink and pencil on paper. ~Despina
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I used more of my homemade walnut ink for this drawing of autumn herbs and pods sitting in a dish shaped like a leaf. I love the textures of fall. But I think for the next one I’ll abandon my feather quill dip pen because it isn’t very comfortable. The ink doesn’t flow the way […]
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After years of talking about doing it, I finally made my own ink from wild walnut husks. We have a tree in our backyard that is very generous every Fall but you gotta act fast because the squirrels are in ruthless hoarding mode and are not as generous haha. Anyway, it’s a lovely rich brown […]
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This little squirrel was rustling through the leaves on my lawn, popping it’s head up and down, legs moving, jumping here and there. What a joy to try and draw! Greg Betza ©2017
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There are a lot of textures in the garden these days. Here are some fuzzy furry grasses and the spiky remains of a giant allium flower. Pencil on paper -Despina
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Every October I see artists posting that “this one is for Inktober…” or “starting my Inktober…”, and I get it, ink drawings in October. But I’ve never really understood the origin. So I just looked it up and found that it was created by Mr. Jake Parker as a way to improve his skills with […]
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As the snow attempts to cover the ground before me, I see more than I have seen in years just how little it takes to make such a beautiful view. Minimal color, no leaves waiting to fall—or grow for that matter—just a serene landscape full of so much more than I have seen in seasons past. So as […]
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I figured I would close out the next two weeks with a few more autumnal scenes. This morning there are traces of snow left behind by the rain that followed the “overnight hope” of an extended weekend. Winter is bearing down but it is not quite here yet. Whether bitter or a little less brutal, […]
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The colors are fading and details are blurring. As Fall comes to a slow end I bear witness to the evolution of seasons, the evolution of time. I mark this moment and look forward to the next.—Dominick
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When I looked up I realized the life I knew was seen through the glasses of time spent watching the world I was drawn too. Reality had given way to the abstract and moments became epic. And in my hand were a pen and a brush, and on my table was paper and ink. And […]
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Tis the season for taking on too much in one day and feeling burnt out when it doesn’t go your way. But even when you are late, and well past due, time can find a way to stop and you can produce a thing or two.—Dominick
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Doesn’t have the same ring, I know, but a little practice can’t hurt. My apologies (is this one of those moments where I should really say sorrynotsorry?) to those who do not look forward to the snow.—Dominick
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