Past pastel study

Here is an older drawing of my wife, in pastel. I love layering the colors, it’s basically like dry painting. Or even more so like collage where you just place colors on top of one another. I always say I need to use pastels more, maybe this time! Greg Betza ©2021

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Still Waiting

With each sign of Spring there seems to be a not so subtle reminder that the seasons, at least in New York, clash a little before one takes the baton from the other. As I watch the daffodils pop up in front of houses up and down the avenue—mildly obsessed with  their strength and form—I […]

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Spring Fever

Spring followed me home. In the middle of the yard, while taking a morning walk, I spotted a pair of small purple flowers. As I asked a little closer and bent over to inspect I saw that they were in fact two little crocus. I planted crocus years ago on the opposite side of the […]

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Prep & Clean Up

Another socially distant drawing from two weeks ago. Cafe’s and crowds itching to gather a little closer have passed the time, but there is a whole population I have been itching to draw. As we establish proper boundaries and protocol it was nice to be able to go onsite and draw.—Dominick

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Someone at the Door

The noise out the window told a tale of greater chaos than I first expected. Warnings of severe winds and the side effects of Tropical Storm Isaias had been steady all morning. As with all such moments, there is nothing to fear until it happens. The winds blew threw and suddenly the neighborhood was brought […]

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Holding Strong

Part of staying close to home has been the realization that so much happens when you aren’t really paying attention. The number of bird calls I have discovered echoing through my neighborhood grows by the day. I also have noticed, just like watching a pot boil, that one should NOT watch grass grow. Nothing happens […]

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