Dogwood Buds February 9, 2014

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Flicker in the trees

Set sight with binocular

Songbird, dogwood buds.

Art Prescription: If you look close the swelling buds on the trees tell a story of renewal. Sketchbook…

Beech Trees February 8, 2014

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Afraid to let go

Beech trees hold on to their leaves

Golden glow in winter.

Art Prescription: Lovely day. Hiked about four miles and saw a Kinglet!! (future painting) Spent some time field sketching, then back to studio to add watercolor. This is a work in progress.

Beauty is in the Eye of Beholder February 7, 2014

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Spreads wings for ladies

Turkey vultures strut their stuff

The courting begins.

Art Prescription: The homely turkey vulture doesn’t seem to win as much portraiture time as the pretty songbirds. And they are just a majestic! We all have our sides of glory…take a look at these wings!

Mind Garden February 6, 2014

February 6, 2014 / beverlydyer / 2 Comments

February sun

Six B graphite, smooth and dark

Spring blooms on paper.

Art Prescription: The blooms in my mind take me through February. Get your pencils out and let graphite glide across your paper!!

Window to my Heart February 5, 2014

February 5, 2014 / beverlydyer / 3 Comments

Calling on a ghost

I ask the past to visit

Yearning for my youth.

Art Prescription: I know…heavy. Seems Saturn has payed a visit. All good. A little self-reflection is a sign of growth. Hold on spring is coming.

Winter Rest February 4, 2014

February 4, 2014 / beverlydyer / 1 Comment

Grey, cold, and rainy

Gravity takes over now

A good winter rest.

Art Prescription: Set out to my studio to paint a colorful spring forest. Reality took over and I painted what I was feeling…really feeling.

Love is February 3, 2014

February 3, 2014 / beverlydyer / 1 Comment

Love is in the air

Along with hot and cold waves

Birds look for houses.

Art Prescription: The weather goes up and down like a roller-coaster. Warm front…arctic blast. My layers of coats and jackets hang ready in the closet. Meanwhile, the birds seem to be right on track.